Trippie Redd - Sickening Lyrics

Sickening Song Lyrics
Sickening by Trippie Redd [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
f**k her, make her yell
Countin’ all this green, my kale
You got old bread, b**ch, 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**kin’ 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**ch, 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**ches in the mail, yeah
Flip them b**ches off the scale, yeah
Made a million, screaming, “Hell yeah”
Bad lil’ b**ch and she Brazilian
Took her out to eat Italian
f**ked your b**ch and she should tell ya
f**ked your b**ch and she said, “Hell yeah”
f**ked your b**ch and she said, “Hell yeah”
Took the b**ch into a newer lane
sh*tted on your jeweler, new manure
How I do maneuver in the new Mulsanne
Popping on your b**ch, I’m doing things
Popping on your b**ch, 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 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