Sicko Mode Chords & Tabs

by Travis Scott

[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  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
E|-6---------6-4---|
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