Sicko Mode Cifras

[Intro]
Cm9     Bbmaj7 (x4)
Ebmaj7  D      (x3)
Cm9     Bbmaj7
 
 
[Verse1: Drake]
Ebmaj7                D
Sun is down, freezin' cold
                Ebmaj7               D
That's how we already know, winter's here
                       Ebmaj7                D
My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
                   Cm9                             Bbmaj7
That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
                    Ebmaj7 D    Ebmaj7 D
I tried to show 'em,        yeah
                    Ebmaj7 D     Cm9
I tried to show 'em,        yeah, yeah
Bbmaj7
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ebmaj7
 Goin' on you with the pick and roll
D                               N.C.
 Young La Flame, he in sicko mode
 
 
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
    F#m      C#5                                F#m
(Woo) Made this here with all the ice on in the booth
              C#5                                   F#m
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
             C#5                                   F#m
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
                C#5                                 F#m
This shit way too big, when we pull up, give me the loot (Gimme the loot!)
C#5                        F#m
 Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
C#5                                F#m
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
C#5                                F#m
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
            C#5                                F#m
Now it's 4 AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
              C#5                              F#m
I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
                  C#5                                     F#m
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
                  C#5                                  F#m
And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
                        C#5
(Some-some-some-someone said)
 
 
[Refrain: Big Hawk & Swae Lee]
   F#m                 C#5
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
          F#m                C#5
Play-play-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said)
   F#m                 C#5
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
          F#m
Play-play-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak
 
 
[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
F#m               C#5                                F#m
 This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit
       C#5                                   F#m
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue
             C#5                          F#m
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
                 C#5                          F#m
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
C#5                      F#m
 Hit my eses, I need the bootch
 C#5                                F#m
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
C#5                           F#m
Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
         C#5                                F#m
In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
C#5                                  F#m
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh
C#5                                      F#m
She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"
C#5                           F#m
 We ain't even make it to the room
    C#5                                     F#m
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
C#5                               F#m  N.C.
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
N.C.                                F#m
Who put this shit together? I'm the glue
 
 
[Refrain: Travis Scott, Swae Lee & Big Hawk]
        C#5
Someone said
                            F#m
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
        C#5
Someone said (Play-playin' for keeps)
F#m      C#5
 Someone said, mother****, someone said
F#m
 Don't play us for weak
 
 
[Interlude]
D#m
 
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B|---4-6-7-4-----7-|
G|-----------------|  (x4)
D|-----------------|
A|-----------------|
E|-----------------|
 
 
[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]
D#m       G#m/B
 She's in love with who I am
D#m/A#                         G#5
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (Yeah)
D#m                    G#m/B
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
D#m/A#                     G#5
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
       D#m
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah
 
Like a light, ayy, yeah
 
[Verse 4: Drake & Travis Scott]
 
Like a light, ayy, slept through the flight, ayy
 
Knocked for the night, ayy
 
767, man, this shit got double bedroom, man
            D#m/G#
I still got scores to settle, man
  D#m
I crept down the block (Down the block)
 
Made a right (Yeah, right)
 
Cut the lights (Yeah, what?), paid the price (Yeah)
 
Niggas think it's sweet (Nah, never), it's on sight (Yeah, what?)
                     D#m/G#
Nothin' nice (Yeah), baguettes in my ice (Aw, man)
D#m
 Jesus Christ (Yeah), checks over stripes (Yeah)
 
That's what I like (Yeah), that's what we like (Yeah)
 
Lost my respect, you not a threat
N.C.
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (Bitch)
        D#m
See the shots that I took (Ayy), wet like I'm Book (Ayy)
 
Wet like I'm Lizzie
D#m
I be spinnin' Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (Yeah, what?)
 
Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)
 
No one seen him (Yeah, yeah)
    D#m/G#
I'm tryna clean 'em (Yeah)
 
 
[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]
D#m
 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)
                                  D#m/G#
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
       D#m
Had me out like a light (Like a light)
 
Like a light (Like a light)
 
Like a light (Like a light)
 
Like a light
 
 
[Verse 5: Travis Scott]
D#m
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
 
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
 
He said, "Keep that on lock"
                      D#m/G#
I say, "You know this shit, it's stife," yeah
D#m
 It's absolute, yeah (Yeah), I'm back, reboot (It's lit)
 
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
 
We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
 
Shorty in the back
                     D#m/G#                     D#m
She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (Oh my God)
 
Ain't by the book, yeah, 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)
                                  N.C.
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook
 
Yeah
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