SICKO MODE Chords by Travis Scott

[Intro]
Bb Bbmaj7 Bb Gm Bb Cm7 Bb Eb
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Ebmaj7 D Ebmaj7 D
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Eb    D      Bbmaj7
Astro ■ yeah ■     


[Chorus]
            Eb       D   
Sun is down freezin' cold
                      Eb                
That's how we already know winter's here
D                    Eb          Ebmaj7 D   
My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis  belt
            D7             C7                     
That's just all he know he don't know nothin' else
Bbmaj7          Eb  D Eb  
I tried to show 'em ■ yeah
D          Eb   D     D7   Bb  
I tried to show ■ 'em yeah yeah
     Bb       
Yeah yeah yeah
Ebmaj7                            
Gone on you with the pick and roll
D                             
Young LaFlame he in sicko mode
    Gbm           D7                                   
Woo ■   made this here with all the ice on in the booth


[Verse]
            D7                                         
At the gate outside when they pull up they get me loose
              D7                                      
Yeah Jump Out boys that's Nike boys hoppin' out coupes
                  D7                                  
This shit way too big when we pull up give me the loot
D7                            
Was off the Remy had a Papoose
       D7                              
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
D7                                    
Twofour hour lockdown we made no moves
                D7                                   
Now it's fourAM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
                 D7                                
I just landed in Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
                  D7                                           
Different colored chains think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
                                                     D    
And they chokin' man know the crackers wish it was a noose
                     D   
Somesomesome someone said
                      D              
To win the retreat we all in too deep
                          D               
Ppplayin' for keeps don't play us for weak
D                                    
To win the retreat we all in too deep
          D                               
Ppplayin' for keeps don't play us for weak
                  D7                                   
This shit way too formal y'all know I don't follow suit
       D7                                       
Stacey Dash most of these girls ain't got a clue
             D7                                
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
                    D7                             
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
D7                           
Hit my esés I need the bootch
         D7                            
'bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
D7                            
Told her Hop in you comin' too
                              D7                                  
In the three hundred and five bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
       D7                               
Had to slop the top off it's just a roof
         D7                            
She said Where we goin' I said The moon
D7                               
We ain't even make it to the room
               D7                              
She thought it was the ocean it's just the pool
      D7                              
Now I got her open it's just the Goose


[Chorus]
    D7                                 
Who put this shit together I'm the glue
D7                              
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
D7          
Someone said
             D7                          
Someone said motherfuck what someone said
D7        
Yeah Astro


[Inst]
         
Yeah yeah
                            Eb   
Tay Keith fuck these niggas ■  up


[Verse]
         Bmaj7             
She's in love with who I am
Eb                                               
Back in high school I used to bus it to the dance
                       Bmaj7              
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hands
Eb                                         
I did half a Xan thirteen hours 'til I land
       Eb                       
Had me out like a light ayy yeah
       Eb            
Like a light ayy yeah
       Eb       
Like a light ayy
Eb                          
Slept through the flight ayy
Eb                                                        
Knocked for the night ayy seven hundred and sixtyseven man
     Eb                         
This shit got double bedroom man
  Eb                            
I still got scores to settle man
  Eb                               
I crept down the block made a right
        Eb                   
Cut the lights paid the price
Eb                                   
Niggas think it's sweet it's on sight
        Eb                      
Nothin' nice baguettes in my ice
             Ab                 
Jesus Christ checks over stripes
Eb                                    
That's what I like that's what we like
Eb                              
Lost my respect you not a threat
Eb                                                 
When I shoot my shot that shit wetty like I'm Sheck
        Eb                                 
See the shots that I took wet like I'm Book
Eb                                      
Wet like I'm Lizzie I be spinnin' Valley
       Eb                   
Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy
           Eb   
Like where is he
       Eb      
No one seen him
          Eb       
I'm tryna clean 'em
         Eb                
She's in love with who I am
Eb                                               
Back in high school I used to bus it to the dance
Eb                                       
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand
Eb                                         
I did half a Xan thirteen hours 'til I land


[Chorus]
       Eb                           
Had me out like a light like a light
                    Eb   
Like a light like a light
       Eb                
Like a light like a light
       Eb   
Like a light
     Eb                      
Yeah passed the dawgs a celly
        Eb                            
Sendin' texts ain't sendin' kites yeah
   Eb                    
He said Keep that on lock
           Eb                            
I said You know this shit it's stife yeah
Eb                           
It's absolute I'm back reboot
Eb                           
Laferrari to Jamba Juice yeah
Eb                                                    
We back on the road they jumpin' off no parachute yeah
Eb                
Shawty in the back
             Eb                        
She said she workin' on her glutes yeah
Bb7          Bb       
Ain't by the book yeah
Bb                   
This how it look yeah
        Bb        
'bout a check yeah
Bb                       
Just check the foots yeah
Eb                                                 
Pass this to my daughter I'ma show her what it took
                                               Eb        
Baby mama cover Forbes got these other bitches shook yeah


[Outro]
Eb  
Yeah