lirik lagu lil baby, gunna & drake - never recover
[intro: drake & lil juice]
tay keith, f-ck these n-gg-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 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 godd-mn 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 h-ll of a year and a n-gg- 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-gg-s 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 wristw-tch
[verse 3: lil baby]
don’t gotta drip, i can leave it to gunna
runnin’ this sh-t, only been out two summers
that 4×4 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-gg-s 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 b-mper
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 wristw-tch
[outro: drake & lil juice]
(tay keith, f-ck these n-gg-s 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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