Sicko Mode

Sicko Mode - Joe Ray

Lyrics by：Jacques Webster/Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/Khalif Malik Ibn Shaman Brown/John Edward Hawkins/Roget Chahayed/Chauncey Hollis/Ozan Yildirim/Cydel Young/Tim Gomringer/Kevin Gomringer/Mike Dean/Mirsad Dervic/Luther Campbell/Trevor Smith/James J

Composed by：Jacques Webster/Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/Khalif Malik Ibn Shaman Brown/John Edward Hawkins/Roget Chahayed/Chauncey Hollis/Ozan Yildirim/Cydel Young/Tim Gomringer/Kevin Gomringer/Mike Dean/Mirsad Dervic/Luther Campbell/Trevor Smith/James J

Astro yeah

Sun is down freezin' cold

That's how we already know Winter's here

My dawg would probably do it for a louis belt

That's just all he know he don't know nothin' else

I tried to show 'em yeah

I tried to show 'em yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Goin' on you with the pick and roll

Young la flame he in sicko mode

Mode

Mode

Mode

Mode

Mode

Woo made this here with all the ice on in the booth

At the gate outside

When they pull up they get me loose

Yeah jump out boys

That's nike boys hoppin' out coupes

This s**t way too big

When we pull up give me the loot

Gimme the loot

Was off the remy had a papoose

Had to hit my old town to duck the news

Two-four hour lockdown we made no moves

Now it's 4 am and I'm back up poppin' with the crew

I just landed in

Chase B mixes pop like jamba juice

Different colored chains

Think my jeweler really sellin' fruits

And they chokin' man

Know the crackers wish it was a noose

Someone said

To win the retreat we all in too deep

Pl pl playin' for keeps

Don't play us for weak someone said

To win the retreat we all in too deep

Pl-pl-playin' for keeps don't play us for weak

This s**t way too formal

Y'all know I don't follow suit

Stacey dash most of these girls ain't got a clue

All of these hoes I made off records I produced

I might take all my exes

And put 'em all in a group

Group

Group

Group

Hit my eses I need the bootch

Bootch

Bootch

'Bout to turn this function to bonnaroo

Roo roo roo

Told her hop in you comin' too

In the 305 b***hes treat me like I'm uncle luke

Don't stop pop that p***y

Had to slop the top off it's just a roof

She said where we goin' I said the moon

Moon

Moon

Moon

We ain't even make it to the room

She thought it was the ocean it's just the pool

Pool

Pool

Now I got her open it's just the goose

Who put this s**t together I'm the glue

Someone said

Shorty facetimed me out the blue

Someone said

Someone said motherf**ker someone said

Don't play us for weak

Weak

Weak

Weak

Weak

Weak

Weak

Weak

Weak

Weak

Weak

Weak

Yeah

Astro yeah yeah

Tay keith f**k these n***as up

She's in love with who I am

Back in high school I

Used to bus it to the dance yeah

Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands

I did half a xan 13 hours 'til I land

Had me out like a light ayy yeah

Like a light ayy yeah

Like a light ayy slept through the flight ayy

Knocked for the night ayy

767 man this s**t got double bedroom man

I still got scores to settle man

I crept down the block down the block

Made a right yeah

Cut the lights paid the price yeah

N***as think it's sweet nah never

It's on sight yeah

Nothin' nice yeah baguettes in my ice

Jesus Christ checks over stripes yeah

That's what I like yeah that's what we like yeah

Lost my respect you not a threat

When I shoot my shot

That s**t wetty like I'm sheck b***h

See the shots that I took

Wet like I'm book ayy

Wet like I'm lizzie

I be spinnin' valley

Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy yeah what

Like where is he yeah

No one seen him yeah

I'm tryna clean 'em

She's in love with who I am

Back in high school I used to bus it to the dance

Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands woo

I did half a xan 13 hours 'til I land

Had me out like a light like a light

Like a light like a light

Like a light like a light

Flap to the flight

Yeah passed the dawgs a celly

Sendin' texts ain't sendin' kites yeah

He said keep that on lock

I say you know this s**t it's stife yeah

It's absolute yeah I'm back reboot it's lit

Laferrari to jamba juice yeah

We back on the road they jumpin' off no parachute yeah

Shawty in the back

She said she workin' on her glutes yeah oh my God

Ain't by the book this how it look yeah

'Bout a check yeah check just check the foots yeah

Pass this to my daughter I'ma show her what it took yeah

Baby mama cover forbes got these other b***hes shook

Yeah