Lyrics: Lil Baby, Gunna & Drake - Never Recover

[Intro - Drake & Lil Juice]

Tay Keith, f--k these n----s 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 mixing the dirty bills in with the profit
Clean that s--t up and I give it right back to him
If I don't f--k with him, then I can't rap with him
I wanna be there when somebody catches him
I want a witness to see that s--t
"Man, these folks, these folks gotta g-----n hear this s--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---a still dropping
They wanted to stop it, but they couldn't stop it
You told a story like shorty was feeling 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 s--t, the Thugger way
Ain't no real sense in me going the other way
Cannot be seen in that s--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----s fell off and you never recovered

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[Verse 2 - Gunna]

Poured up some Hi-Tech and wait 'til it bubble
Young Gunna Gunna, I make this s--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---h sprinted the shuttle
Sign plus an M, bought a Benz for my brother
Painted all black, the interior butter
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---h who gon' eat, it's a supper
My d--k in her mouth like she teething or something
Sound like it could be Drip Season this summer
Ain't no comparing '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--k it", I'm going on the run
You want it, my dawgs'll look out for the bond

[Hook/Chorus - Lil Baby]

And I'm getting by, let 'em choose sides
We get M's in by the shoe size
I don't f--k with y'all type of kind
I done seen all y'all dickride
Bread winner like I'm Kevin Gates
And I swear to God, I don't get tired
From the trenches, now I'm going
Spend a whole hundred on a new wristwatch

[Verse 3 - Lil Baby]

Don't gotta drip, I can leave it to Gunna
Running this s--t, only been out two summers
That 4×4 truck, I post 300
Boy, at whoever, they know how I'm coming
Ain't got no feelings, I'm here for the money
Treat every club like a Magic on Monday
N----s ain't rich for real, they getting 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 nothing
Drizzy hit me up like he got another one
Money ain't even came in from the other one
F--k 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 huddling up
Ever catch me out in traffic, I'm cutting up
Every city we go to, it be lit as f--k
Tryna put the police on us, get rid of us