SICKO MODE

Intro: Drake

Astro, yeah

Verse: Drake

Sun is down, freezin' coldThat's how we already know, winter's hereMy dog would probably do it for a Louis beltThat's just all he know, he don't know nothin' elseI tried to show 'em, yeahI tried to show 'em, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeahGoin' on you with the pick and rollYoung La Flame, he in sicko mode

Verse 1: Travis Scott & The Notorious B.I.G.

(Woo) Made this here with all the ice on in the boothAt the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me looseYeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupesThis shit way too big, when we pull up, give me the loot (Gimme the loot!)Was off the Remy, had a PapooseHad to hit my old town to duck the newsTwo-four hour lockdown, we made no movesNow it's 4 a.m. and I'm back up poppin' with the crewI just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba JuiceDifferent colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruitsAnd they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose

Refrain: Big Hawk & Swae Lee

Some-some-some-someone saidTo win the retreat, we all in too deepPlay-play-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said)To win the retreat, we all in too deepPlay-play-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak

Verse 2: Travis Scott & Uncle Luke

Yeah, this shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suitStacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clueAll of these O's I made off records I producedI might take all my exes and put 'em all in a groupHit my eses, I need the bootch'Bout to turn this function to BonnarooTold her, "Hop in, you comin' 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, uhShe said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"We ain't even make it to the roomShe thought it was the ocean, it's just the poolNow I got her open, it's just the GooseWho put this shit together? I'm the glue

Refrain: Travis Scott, Swae Lee & Big Hawk

Someone saidShorty FaceTimed me out the blueSomeone saidPlay-playin' for keepsSomeone said, mother****, someone saidDon't play us for weak

Intro: Travis Scott, Drake & Lil Juice

YeahAstro, yeah, yeah(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)Ayy, ayy

Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott

She's in love with who I amBack in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (Yeah)Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my handsI did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I landHad me out like a light, ayy, yeahLike a light, ayy, yeah

Verse 1: Drake & Travis Scott

Like a light, ayy, slept through the flight, ayyKnocked for the night, ayy767, man, this shit got double bedroom, manI still got scores to settle, manI 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?)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 threatWhen 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 LizzieI be spinnin' 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)

Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott

She's in love with who I amBack in high school, I used to bus it to the danceNow I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (Woo)I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I landHad me out like a light (Like a light)Like a light (Like a light)Like a light (Like a light)Like a light

Verse 2: Travis Scott

Yeah, passed the dogs a cellySendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeahHe said, "Keep that on lock"I say, "You know this shit, it's stife," yeahIt'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, yeahShorty in the backShe 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, yeahPass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (Yeah)Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shookYeah

What the song means

The song celebrates wealth, success, and street credibility through interconnected narratives. It contrasts humble beginnings with current luxury lifestyles, featuring references to expensive items, travel, and romantic encounters. The title "Sicko Mode" suggests an intense, unhinged state of mind associated with success and confidence.

Learn a word

pick and roll — a basketball move; here meaning a smooth, coordinated strategy

Drake uses this sports reference to describe their approach to the music industry