Chords for Travis Scott - SICKO MODE (Lyrics) ft. Drake

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Travis Scott - SICKO MODE (Lyrics) ft. Drake chords
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[Eb] [D]
[Eb] [D]
[Eb] Astro, [D]
[Gm] yeah.
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[Eb] Sun is down, [D] freezing cold.
That's [Eb] how we already know, [D] when it's here.
My dog will [Eb] probably do it for a Louis [D] belt.
That's [Gm] just all he know, he don't know nothing [Bb] else.
I tried [Eb] to show him, [D]
[Eb] yeah.
[D]
I tried [Eb] to show him.
[D]
[Gm] Yeah, [Bb] yeah, yeah, yeah, [Eb] yeah.
Going on you with [D] the pick and roll.
Young and flame here [G] in sicko mode.
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[D] Hate this here with all the ice on in the booth.
At the gate outside, when they pull up they get me loose.
[C] Yeah, jump out boys, that's Nike boys hopping out coast.
This shit way too big, when we pull up, give me the loot.
Give me the loot.
[D] Was off the Remy, had up at post.
Had to hit my O down to duck the noose.
You go out of lockdown, we made no moves.
Now it's 4 AM and I'm back up popping with the crew.
I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Joe's.
Different color chains, see my jewelry selling fruits.
And they joking man, you know the crackers, bitch it wasn't no.
Someone said.
[A] Surrender, [B] retreat, we all in too deep.
Playing, playing for keeps, [Gb] don't play us for.
Someone [A] said.
Surrender, retreat, we all in too deep.
Playing, playing for keeps, don't [E] play us for.
This shit [D] way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit.
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue.
[Bb] All of these hoes, I made [D] off records I produce.
I might take all my exes and put them all in a group.
Hit my S tags, I need to booch.
[Ab] About to turn this fuck shit into Bonnaroo.
[A] Go to Hoppin, you coming [Abm] too.
In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Lou.
Have to slot the [A] top off, it's just the roof.
She said where [D] we going, I said the moon.
[Abm] We ain't [D] even make it to the room.
[A] She thought it was the ocean, it's just a pool.
Now I got her open, it's [Gbm] just a ghost.
Who put this shit together, I'm the glue.
Someone said.
[A] Shorty face, Tommy out the blue.
[Eb] Someone said.
We all playing for [Gbm] keeps.
Someone [Bb] said, mother fucker, [Gbm] someone said.
Don't play us, we'll break you.
[A]
[D] [A]
[F]
[Ebm] [Eb]
[Ebm] Astro.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Ay, ay.
[B] She's in love with who I am.
Back in high school, I used to bust it to [Eb] the dance.
Now [Ebm] I hit that FBO with duffels in my [Ebm] hands.
I did half a Xan, 13 [Eb] hours till I land.
Had me out like a light, ay.
Like a light, ay.
Like a light, ay.
Slept through the flight, ay.
Knocked for the night, 767.
Man, this shit got double bedroom, man.
I still got [Bb] scores to settle, man.
I crept down the block, [Ebm] made a right, yeah.
Cut the lights, yeah.
Pay the price, yeah.
Niggas think it's sweet, it's on sight, yeah.
Nothing nice, Vegas in my eyes.
Jesus Christ, checks over stripes, yeah.
That's what I like, [Eb] that's what we like.
[Ebm] Lost my respect, you not a threat.
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck.
See the shots that I took, [Eb] wet like I'm Brooke.
Wet like I'm Lizzy.
I be spinning Valley Circle blocks till I'm dizzy.
Like, where is he?
No one seen him.
I'm trying to clean him.
[Ebm] She's in love with who I am.
Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance.
Now I hit that FBO with duffels in my hands.
I did half a Xan, 13 hours till I land.
You can't have me [Eb] out like a light, like a light, like a light, like a light, like a light, like a light, [Ebm] like a light, yeah.
Pastor Dawson Selly sending texts and sending kites, yeah.
He say keep that on lock.
I say you know this shit is tight, yeah.
This is absolute, yeah.
I'm back with Brooke.
It's lit.
LaFerrari, the Jamba Juice, yeah.
We back on the road, they jumping off no parachute, yeah.
Shorty in the back, she say she working on her glutes, yeah.
Ain't bout to book, yeah.
This how it look, yeah.
Bout to check, check.
Just check the foot, yeah.
Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took.
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah.
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_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [Cm] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [Cm] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [Cm] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Eb] Astro, _ _ [D] _ _
[Gm] yeah.
_ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [Eb] Sun is down, [D] freezing cold.
That's [Eb] how we already know, [D] when it's here.
My dog will [Eb] probably do it for a Louis [D] belt.
That's [Gm] just all he know, he don't know nothing [Bb] else.
I tried [Eb] to show him, _ _ [D] _ _
[Eb] yeah.
_ _ [D] _
I tried [Eb] to show him.
_ [D] _ _
_ [Gm] _ Yeah, [Bb] yeah, yeah, yeah, [Eb] yeah.
Going on you with [D] the pick and roll.
Young and flame here [G] in sicko mode.
_ [Gbm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _
[D] Hate this here with all the ice on in the booth.
At the gate outside, when they pull up they get me loose.
[C] Yeah, jump out boys, that's Nike boys hopping out coast.
This shit way too big, when we pull up, give me the loot.
Give me the loot.
[D] Was off the Remy, had up at post.
Had to hit my O down to duck the noose.
You go out of lockdown, we made no moves.
Now it's 4 AM and I'm back up popping with the crew.
I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Joe's.
Different color chains, see my jewelry selling fruits.
And they joking man, you know the crackers, bitch it wasn't no.
Someone said.
[A] _ Surrender, [B] retreat, we all in too deep.
Playing, playing for keeps, [Gb] don't play us for.
Someone [A] said.
Surrender, retreat, we all in too deep.
Playing, playing for keeps, don't [E] play us for. _
This shit [D] way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit.
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue.
[Bb] All of these hoes, I made [D] off records I produce.
I might take all my exes and put them all in a group.
Hit my S tags, I need to booch.
[Ab] About to turn this fuck shit into Bonnaroo.
[A] Go to Hoppin, you coming [Abm] too.
In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Lou.
Have to slot the [A] top off, it's just the roof.
She said where [D] we going, I said the moon.
[Abm] _ We ain't [D] even make it to the room.
[A] She thought it was the ocean, it's just a pool.
Now I got her open, it's [Gbm] just a ghost.
Who put this shit together, I'm the glue.
Someone said.
[A] Shorty face, Tommy out the blue.
[Eb] Someone said.
We all playing for [Gbm] keeps.
_ Someone [Bb] said, mother fucker, [Gbm] someone said.
_ Don't play us, we'll break you.
_ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _
[Ebm] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ [Ebm] Astro.
_ Yeah.
Yeah.
_ _ _ Ay, ay.
_ [B] She's in love with who I am.
Back in high school, I used to bust it to [Eb] the dance.
Now [Ebm] I hit that FBO with duffels in my [Ebm] hands.
I did half a Xan, 13 [Eb] hours till I land.
Had me out like a light, ay.
Like a light, ay.
Like a light, ay.
Slept through the flight, ay.
Knocked for the night, _ 767.
Man, this shit got double bedroom, man.
I still got [Bb] scores to settle, man.
I crept down the block, [Ebm] made a right, yeah.
Cut the lights, yeah.
Pay the price, yeah.
Niggas think it's sweet, it's on sight, yeah.
Nothing nice, Vegas in my eyes.
Jesus Christ, checks over stripes, yeah.
That's what I like, [Eb] that's what we like.
[Ebm] Lost my respect, you not a threat.
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck.
See the shots that I took, [Eb] wet like I'm Brooke.
Wet like I'm Lizzy.
I be spinning Valley Circle blocks till I'm dizzy.
Like, where is he?
No one seen him.
I'm trying to clean him.
_ [Ebm] She's in love with who I am.
Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance.
Now I hit that FBO with duffels in my hands.
I did half a Xan, 13 hours till I land.
You can't have me [Eb] out like a light, like a light, like a light, like a light, like a light, like a light, [Ebm] like a light, yeah.
Pastor Dawson Selly sending texts and sending kites, yeah.
He say keep that on lock.
I say you know this shit is tight, yeah.
This is absolute, yeah.
I'm back with Brooke.
It's lit.
LaFerrari, the Jamba Juice, yeah.
We back on the road, they jumping off no parachute, yeah.
Shorty in the back, she say she working on her glutes, yeah.
Ain't bout to book, yeah.
This how it look, yeah.
Bout to check, check.
Just check the foot, yeah.
Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took.
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _
[Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ _