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03. SICKO MODE

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[00:00.36] Astro, yeah

[00:00.67] Sun is down, freezin' cold

[00:00.85] That's how we already know winter's here

[00:01.10] My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt

[00:01.10] That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else

[00:01.35] I tried to show 'em, yeah

[00:01.60] I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah

[00:01.85] Yeah, yeah, yeah

[00:01.85] Gone on you with the pick and roll

[00:02.10] Young La Flame, he in sicko mode

[00:02.35] Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth

[00:02.35] At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose

[00:02.64] Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes

[00:02.85] This shit way too big when we pull up give me the loot

[00:03.12] (gimme the loot!)

[00:03.12] Was off the Remy, had a Papoose

[00:04.35] Had to hit my old town to duck the news

[00:04.62] Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves

[00:04.85] Now it's 4 AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew

[00:05.10] I just landed in, Chase B mix this pop like Jamba Juice

[00:05.10] Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits

[00:05.35] And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose

[00:05.60] Some—some—some, someone said

[00:05.85] To win the retreat, we all in too deep

[00:06.60] P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said)

[00:06.60] To win the retreat, we all in too deep

[00:06.85] P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak

[00:07.10] Yeah, this shit way too formal, y'all know I don’t follow suit

[00:07.10] Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue

[00:07.35] All of these hoes I made off records I produced

[00:08.37] I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group

[00:08.37] Hit my esés, I need the bootch

[00:08.63] 'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo

[00:08.85] Told her "hop in, you comin' too"

[00:09.60] In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke

[00:09.85] (Don't stop, pop that pussy!)

[00:10.09] Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh

[00:10.09] She said "where we goin'?" I said "the moon"

[00:10.38] We ain't even make it to the room

[00:10.60] She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool

[00:10.85] Now I got her open, it's just the Goose

[00:10.85] Who put this shit together? I'm the glue (someone said)

[00:11.14] Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue

[00:11.34] Someone said

[00:11.62] Playin' for keeps

[00:11.85] Someone said, motherfucker - someone said

[00:11.85] Don't play us for weak

[00:12.11] Yah!

[00:13.09] Astro, yeah, yeah

[00:13.09] Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

[00:13.35] Ayy, ayy

[00:13.60] She's in love with who I am

[00:13.85] Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)

[00:13.85] Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands

[00:14.12] I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land

[00:14.35] Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah

[00:14.60] Like a light, ayy, yeah

[00:14.60] Like a light, ayy

[00:14.88] Slept through the flight, ayy

[00:15.10] Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man

[00:16.10] This shit got double bedroom, man

[00:16.10] I still got scores to settle, man

[00:16.35] I crept down the block (down the block)

[00:16.60] Made a right (yeah, right)

[00:16.85] Cut the lights, (yeah, what) paid the price (yeah)

[00:17.10] Niggas think it's sweet, (nah, never) it's on sight (yeah, what?)

[00:17.10] Nothin' nice, (yeah) baguettes in my ice (aww, man)

[00:17.35] Jesus Christ, (yeah) checks over stripes (yeah)

[00:17.59] That's what I like, (yeah) that's what we like (yeah)

[00:17.84] Lost my respect, you not a threat

[00:17.84] When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!)

[00:18.14] See the shots that I took, (ayy) wet like I'm Book (ayy)

[00:18.60] Wet like I'm Lizzie

[00:18.86] I be spinnin' Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?)

[00:19.10] Like where is he? (yeah, what?)

[00:19.35] No one seen him (yeah, yeah)

[00:19.61] I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah)

[00:19.61] She's in love with who I am

[00:19.85] Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance

[00:20.10] Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (woo!)

[00:20.35] I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land

[00:21.11] Had me out like a light (like a light)

[00:21.34] Like a light (like a light)

[00:21.34] Like a light (like a light)

[00:21.63] Like a light

[00:21.85] Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly

[00:22.10] Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah

[00:22.35] He said "keep that on lock"

[00:22.85] I say "you know this shit, it's stife", yeah

[00:23.10] It's absolute, yeah (yeah) I'm back, reboot (it's lit!)

[00:23.35] LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)

[00:23.60] We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah

[00:23.85] Shawty in the back

[00:23.85] She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)

[00:24.13] Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah

[00:24.34] 'Bout a check, yeah, (check) just check the foots, yeah

[00:24.60] Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)

[00:25.36] Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook

[00:25.85] Yeah