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