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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Vocals
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Songwriter
Daystar Peterson
Daystar Peterson
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White IV
Michael Lamar White IV
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
Mixing Engineer
Kzuni
Kzuni
Producer
Chop Squad DJ
Chop Squad DJ
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I don't feel too well
Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well
If you gang, throw it up, we don't feel too well
Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel 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
[Verse 2]
Pneumonia in my nails
I'm drippin' Chanel
Underdog, gon' give 'em hell
Beat the pussy till it's pale
Fuck her, make her yell
Countin' all this green, my kale
You got old bread, 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
Pour me up a four like I got a strep throat
[Verse 3]
I don't feel too well
Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well
If you gang, throw it up, we don't feel too well
Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel 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
[Verse 4]
Lil' Tory
I'm the shit, and no, it ain't no biggie
Best believe it, bitch, this ain't no Ripley
My shooters shoot and asking, "Is he dead?"
We left that boy the color Trippie dreads
All my dogs rich as hell, yeah
Flip them bitches in the mail, yeah
Flip them bitches off the scale, yeah
Made a mil', screaming, "Hell yeah!"
Bad little bitch and 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 jeweler, new manure, how I do maneuver in the new Mulsanne
Poppin' on you, bitch, I'm doing thangs
Poppin' on you, bitch, I'm doing thangs
Got the red diamond shining, Blue Range
I'ma pull upon him with his boo thang
Yeah, my ring is switching-switching colors on them, baby, but it's not a mood ring
I done kept this shit hotter than blue flame
And these sucka **** make my mood change
Cop all them ****, they under me
They down to shoot when they come to me
That's all I keep in my company
That's all I keep in my company
[Verse 5]
I don't feel too well
Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well
If you gang, throw it up, we don't feel too well
Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel 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
Written by: Darrell Jackson, Daystar Peterson, Jonas Valentino Kaissouni, Mario Stefan Petersen, Michael Lamar White II
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