SICKO MODE - Skrillex Remix

Astro,
 yeah
 Sun is down, freezing 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
 Going on you with the pick and roll
 Young La Flame, he in sicko 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, hopping out coupes
 This shit 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-it's 4 AM and I'm back up popping with the crew
 I just landed in, Chase B mix this pop like Jamba Juice
 Different colored chains, think my jeweler really selling fruits
 And they choking, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
 Some-Some-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
 Yeah, this-this shit 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 (yeah)
 Hit my exes, I need the bootch (yeah)
 'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo (its lit)
 Told her, Hop in, you coming too
 In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
 (Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
 Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh
 (Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
 She said, Where we going? I said, The moon
 (Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
 We ain't even make it to the room
 She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
 Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
 Who put this shit together? I'm the glue
 ♪
 D-d-d-don't stop
 Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
 Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
 Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
 Someone said
 Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
 Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
 Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
 Someone said
 ♪
 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 shit 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 (Yeah)
 Paid the price (Yeah)
 Niggas think it's sweet (Nah, never),
 it's on sight (Yeah, what?)
 Nothin' nice (Yeah)
 Baguettes in my ice (Aw, man)
 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
 When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (Bitch!)
 See the shots that I took (Ayy)
 Wet like I'm Book (Ayy)
 Wet like I'm Lizzie
 I be spinning Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (Yeah, what?)
 Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)
 No one seen him (Yeah, yeah)
 I'm tryna clean 'em (Yeah)
 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)
 Like a light
 Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
 Sendin' texts, ain't sending kites, yeah
 He said, Keep that on lock
 I say, You know this shit, it's stife, yeah
 It's absolute, yeah (Yeah)
 I'm back, reboot (It's lit!)
 La Ferrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
 We back on the road, they jumping off, no parachute, yeah
 Shawty in the back
 She said she working 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)
 Baby mama cover Forbes
 Got these other bitches shook
 Yeah
 
 Astro,
 yeah
 Sun is down, freezing 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
 Going on you with the pick and roll
 Young La Flame, he in sicko 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, hopping out coupes
 This shit 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-it's 4 AM and I'm back up popping with the crew
 I just landed in, Chase B mix this pop like Jamba Juice
 Different colored chains, think my jeweler really selling fruits
 And they choking, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
 Some-Some-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
 Yeah, this-this shit 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 (yeah)
 Hit my exes, I need the bootch (yeah)
 'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo (its lit)
 Told her, Hop in, you coming too
 In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
 (Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
 Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh
 (Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
 She said, Where we going? I said, The moon
 (Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
 We ain't even make it to the room
 She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
 Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
 Who put this shit together? I'm the glue
 ♪
 D-d-d-don't stop
 Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
 Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
 Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
 Someone said
 Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
 Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
 Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
 Someone said
 ♪
 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 shit 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 (Yeah)
 Paid the price (Yeah)
 Niggas think it's sweet (Nah, never),
 it's on sight (Yeah, what?)
 Nothin' nice (Yeah)
 Baguettes in my ice (Aw, man)
 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
 When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (Bitch!)
 See the shots that I took (Ayy)
 Wet like I'm Book (Ayy)
 Wet like I'm Lizzie
 I be spinning Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (Yeah, what?)
 Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)
 No one seen him (Yeah, yeah)
 I'm tryna clean 'em (Yeah)
 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)
 Like a light
 Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
 Sendin' texts, ain't sending kites, yeah
 He said, Keep that on lock
 I say, You know this shit, it's stife, yeah
 It's absolute, yeah (Yeah)
 I'm back, reboot (It's lit!)
 La Ferrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
 We back on the road, they jumping off, no parachute, yeah
 Shawty in the back
 She said she working 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)
 Baby mama cover Forbes
 Got these other bitches shook
 Yeah