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[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

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