Never Recover

Album: Drip Harder (2018)
Charted: 46 15
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  • [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

    [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
    (Man, these folks, these folks gotta goddamn hear this shit, 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 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 never recovered

    [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
    Yeah, came out the street, gotta sleep with a cutter
    Found me a bitch who gon' eat, it's a supper
    My dick 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, "Fuck it", I'm goin' on the run
    You want it, my dawgs'll look out for the bond

    [Lil Baby:]
    And I'm gettin' 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 dickride
    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

    Don't gotta drip, I can leave it to Gunna
    Runnin' this shit, 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
    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 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
    Fuck 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 fuck
    Tryna put the police on us, get rid of us

    And I'm gettin' 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 dickride
    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

    [Drake & Lil Juice:]
    (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?
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