Sickening (feat. Tory Lanez) (Explicit) - Trippie Redd/Tory Lanez

Lyrics by：Michael Lamar White II/Daystar Peterson

Composed by：Darrel Jackson

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

Trippie Redd：

Pneumonia in my nails

I drip in Chanel

Underdog gon' give 'em hell

Beat the p***y 'til it's pale

F**k her make her yell

Countin' all this green my kale

You got old bread b***h 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

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

Tory Lanez：

I'm the s**t and no it ain't no biggie ayy

Best believe it b***h 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***hes in the mail yeah

Flip them b***hes off the scale yeah

Made a million screaming hell yeah

Bad lil' b***h and she Brazilian

Took her out to eat Italian

F**ked your b***h and she should tell ya

F**ked your b***h and she said hell yeah

F**ked your b***h and she said hell yeah

Took the b***h into a newer lane

S**tted on your jeweler new manure

How I do maneuver in the new Mulsanne

Popping on your b***h I'm doing things

Popping on your b***h 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 s**t hotter than Blue Flame

And these sucker n***as make my mood change

Cop all them n***as 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：

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