Sickening lyrics

[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 pus*y 'til it's pale
f*ck her, make her yell
Countin' all this green, my kale
You got old bread, b*tch, 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 f*ckin' 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 sh*t, and no, it ain't no biggie, ayy
Best believe it, b*tch, 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 b*tches in the mail, yeah
Flip them b*tches off the scale, yeah
Made a million, screaming, "Hell yeah"
Bad lil' b*tch and she Brazilian
Took her out to eat Italian
f*cked your b*tch and she should tell ya
f*cked your b*tch and she said, "Hell yeah"
f*cked your b*tch and she said, "Hell yeah"
Took the b*tch into a newer lane
sh*tted on your jeweler, new manure
How I do maneuver in the new Mulsanne
Popping on your b*tch, I'm doing things
Popping on your b*tch, 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 sh*t hotter than Blue Flame
And these sucker n*ggas make my mood change
Cop all them n*ggas, 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