Sickening

[Chorus: Trippie Redd] Huh, I don't feel too well (Too well) Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well (Too well) If you gang, throw it up, we don't feel too well (Feel too well) Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel too well (Feel too well) Mama hit my phone, say she worried 'bout my health, yeah I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well I don't feel too well, yeah I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well [Verse 1: Trippie Redd] Pneumonia in my nails I drip in Chanel Underdog, gon' give 'em hell Beat the pussy 'til it's pale Fuck her, make her yell Countin' all this green, my kale You got old bread, bitch, you stale How you ridin' and you tell? Everyone for themselves, man, this world so cold And my wrist so cold, man, I'm sick, I got a cold Need a fuckin' mink coat, yeah, huh Pour me up a four like I got a strep throat [Chorus: Trippie Redd & Tory Lanez] Huh, I don't feel too well (Too well) Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well (Too well) If you gang, throw it up, we don't feel too well (Feel too well) Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel too well (Feel too well) Mama hit my phone, say she worried 'bout my health, yeah I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well I don't feel too well, yeah I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well (Lil' Tory) [Verse 2: Tory Lanez] I'm the shit, and no, it ain't no biggie, ayy Best believe it, bitch, this ain't no Ripley My shooters shootin', askin', "Is he dead?" We left that boy the color Trippie dreads All my dawgs rich as hell, yeah Flip them bitches in the mail, yeah Flip them bitches off the scale, yeah Made a million, screaming, "Hell yeah" Bad lil' bitch and she Brazilian Took her out to eat Italian Fucked your bitch and she should tell ya Fucked your bitch and she said, "Hell yeah" Fucked your bitch and she said, "Hell yeah" Took the bitch into a newer lane Shitted on your jeweler, new manure How I do maneuver in the new Mulsanne Popping on your bitch, I'm doing things Popping on your bitch, I'm doing things Got the red diamond shining, blue Range I'ma pull up on him with his boo thang Yeah, mine ringing, switching, switching colors on 'em, baby But it's not a mood ring I done kept this shit hotter than Blue Flame And these sucker niggas make my mood change Cop all them niggas, they under me They down to shoot when it come to me That's all I keep in my company That's all I keep in my company [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Huh, I don't feel too well (Too well) Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well (Too well) If you gang, throw it up, we don't feel too well (Feel too well) Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel too well (Feel too well) Mama hit my phone, say she worried 'bout my health, yeah I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well I don't feel too well, yeah I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well