Trippie Redd Sickening 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