Never Recover - Lil Baby feat Gunna & Drake
[Intro: Drake & Lil Juice]
Tay Keith, f_ck these n_ggas up
Ayy, yeah
Tay Keith, this too hard
Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy
(Run that back, Turbo)
Yeah, ayy, look
[Verse 1: Drake]
I bring up money, they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
She gave me her number, now I gotta block it
I'm mixin' the dirty bills in with the profit
Clean that sh_t up and I give it right back to him
If I don't f_ck with him, then I can't rap with him
I wanna be there when somebody catches him
I want a witness to see that sh_t
(Man, these folks, these folks gotta goddamn hear this sh_t, no cap)
I bring up hits and they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
One hell of a year and a n_gga still droppin'
They wanted to stop it, but they couldn't stop it
You told a story like shorty was feelin' you
She told a story like she split the bill with you
Look at my story, man, no one could write it
Now I see a million, I don't get excited
I might just YSL my sh_t, the Thugger way
Ain't no real sense in me goin' the other way
Cannot be seen in that sh_t from the other day
Virgil just chef'd me a whole different colorway
Please don't be stupid, it's Baby and Gunna
And Baby, he wanted her, so I just swung her
Next time I'm in Dallas, I'll look for another
You n_ggas fell off and you'll never recover
[Verse 2: Gunna]
Poured up some Hi-Tech and wait 'til it bubble
Young Gunna Gunna, I make this sh_t double
Hit Eliantte and left with a puddle
It's me, Drake, and Baby, you know you in trouble
Run up my check, my b_tch sprinted the shuttle
Sign plus an M, bought a Benz for my brother
Painted all black, the interior b_tter
I drip like a leak and that's word to my mother
Yeah, came out the street, gotta sleep with a cutter
Found me a b_tch who gon' eat, it's a supper
My d_ck in her mouth like she teethin' or somethin'
Sound like it could be Drip Season this summer
Ain't no comparin' 'cause we number one
In black and white Chanel, I look like a nun
The police in shock, don't know who got a gun
Don't got what I got 'cause I shop in Milan
It's winter, I still took the top off the don
The kid was surprised that my trunk in the front
I know you a upset they don't shine in the sun
Cuban link look like a box of crayons
I'm still at the lot, tryna cop the Cayenne
I told the judge, "F_ck it", I'm goin' on the run
You want it, my dawgs'll look out for the bond
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides
We get M's in by the shoe size
I don't f_ck with y'all type of kind
I done seen all y'all d_ckride
Bread winner like I'm Kevin Gates
And I swear to God, I don't get tired
From the trenches, now I'm goin'
Spend a whole hundred on a new wristwatch
[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Don't gotta drip, I can leave it to Gunna
Runnin' this sh_t, only been out two summers
That 4x4 truck, I post 300
Boy, at whoever, they know how I'm comin'
Ain't got no feelings, I'm here for the money
Treat every club like a Magic on Monday
N_ggas ain't rich for real, they gettin' fronted
Gave her a dime, told her fix up her stomach
By the time she get back, I'ma switch up my number
Cap to her friend like I been on her bumper
Lately, I been the topic of discussion
Draco was foreign, they shoot it from Russia
Bad vibes at my show like I'm Usher
If she tell me "No" once, I won't even touch it
All I do is get her out here, abortion
Act like I've been rich, I used to have nothin'
Drizzy hit me up like he got another one
Money ain't even came in from the other one
F_ck it, I'm hot, so I might as well double up
Seem like everything I get on a numba one
They tryna team up to beat me, they huddlin' up
Ever catch me out in traffic, I'm cuttin' up
Every city we go to, it be lit as f_ck
Tryna put the police on us, get rid of us
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides
We get M's in by the shoe size
I don't f_ck with y'all type of kind
I done seen all y'all d_ckride
Bread winner like I'm Kevin Gates
And I swear to God, I don't get tired
From the trenches, now I'm goin'
Spend a whole hundred on a new wristwatch
[Outro: Drake & Lil Juice]
(Tay Keith, f_ck these n_ggas up)
Tay Keith, this too hard
Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy
(Run that back, Turbo)
You seen the overseas drip?
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