Artist: Trippie Redd f/ Tory Lanez Album: A Love Letter to You 4 (Mixtape) Song: Sickening Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Trippie Redd] I don't feel too well (Too well) Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well (Too well) The gang throwin' up we don't feel too well (Feel too well) Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel too well (Fell too well) Momma 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 Look, molly in my nails I'm drippin' Chanel Underdog gon' give 'em hell Beat the pussy 'til it's pale Fuck her, make her yell Countin' all this green like kale You got old, yeah, 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 (Coat) Pour me up a four like I got a strep throat I don't feel too well (Too well) Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well (Too well) The gang throwin' up we don't feel too well (Feel too well) Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel too well (Fell too well) Momma 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 [Tory Lanez] Yo Tory! All this shit and all it ain't no Biggie Best believe it bitch, this ain't no Ripley My shooters shootin', ask him, is he dead? We left that boy the colour 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 mill' and screaming, 'Hell yeah' Bad lil' bitch, 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 jeweller, new manoeuvre How I do manoeuvre in the new Mulsanne Popping on your bitch, I'm doing thangs Popping on your bitch, I'm doing thangs Got the red diamond shining blue range I'ma pull up on him with his boo thang Yeah, my ringer ringing, switching colors on 'em, baby, but it's not a mood ring I done kept this shit hotter than blue flame And these sucka niggas made my mood change [?] 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 [Trippie Redd] I don't feel too well (Too well) Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well (Too well) The gang throwin' up we don't feel too well (Feel too well) Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel too well (Fell too well) Momma 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