Never Recover

[Intro: Drake & Lil Juice]

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas 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 shit up and I give it right back to him

If I don't fuck with him, then I can't rap with him

I wanna be there when somebody catches him

I want a witness to see that shit

[Interlude: Gunna]

Man, these folks, these folks gotta goddamn hear this shit, no cap

[Verse 2: Drake]

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 nigga 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 shit, the Thugger way

Ain't no real sense in me goin' the other way

Cannot be seen in that shit 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 niggas fell off and you'll never recover

[Verse 3: Gunna]

Poured up some Hi-Tech and wait 'til it bubble

Young Gunna Gunna, I make this shit double

Hit Eliantte and left with a puddle

It's me, Drake, and Baby, you know you in trouble

Run up my check, my bitch 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 (Shh-shh)

Yeah, came out the street, gotta sleep with a cutter

Family a beast, we gon' eat us a supper

My dick in her mouth like she teethin' or somethin'

Sound like it could be Drip Season or somethin'

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 Dawn

The kid was surprised that my trunk in the front

I know you upset that I'm shinin' 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, "Fuck it", I'm goin' on the run

You one of my dawgs, I'll look out for the bond

[Chorus: Lil Baby]

Let 'em get by, let 'em choose sides

We get M's in by the shoe size

I don't fuck with y'all type of kind

I done seen all y’all dick ride

Breadwinner 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 4: Lil Baby]

Don't gotta drip, I can leave it to Gunna

Runnin' this shit, only been out two summers

That 4x4 truck, I post 300

Go 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

Niggas 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 shipped 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

Fuck it, I'm hot, so I might as well double up

Seem like everything I get on a number 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 fuck

Tryna put the police on us, get rid of us

[Chorus: Lil Baby]

Let 'em get by, let 'em choose sides

We get M's in by the shoe size

I don't fuck with y'all type of kind

I done seen all y’all dick ride

Breadwinner 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 & Gunna]

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

Tay Keith, this too hard

Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy

(Run that back, Turbo)

You seen the overseas drip?