Never Recover Lyrics - Gunna

[Intro: Drake] 

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up 

Tay Keith is too hard 

Ring, ring, ring, ring, drip too hard 

Run that back, Turbo 

Yeah, aye, 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 'em 

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

I wanna beat it when somebody catches 'em 

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 sent me a whole different color way 

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 look for another 

You niggas fell off and you never gon' come up 

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[Verse 2: Gunna] 

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

Young Gunna Gunna, I make this shit double 

Hit Elliante and left with a puddle 

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

Run up my check, my bitch sprint to the shuttle 

[?] a 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 something 

Sound like it could be Drip Season or something 

Ain't no comparin' 'cause we number one 

In black and white Chanel, I look like a nun 

The police got shot, don't know who got a gun 

Don't got what I got 'cause I shop in Milan 

It's rainin', I still took the top off the don 

The kid was surprised that my trunk in the front 

I know you a [?], don't shine in the sun 

Cuban link look like a box of crayons 

I'm still at the light tryna cop a Cayenne 

I told the judge, Fuck it, I'm goin' on a run 

You one of my dogs so look out for my bun 

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[Chorus: Lil Baby] 

And I get by, let 'em choose sides 

We get Ms in by the shoe size 

I don't fuck with y'all type of kind 

I done seen all y'all dickride 

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 3: 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 

Boy, whoever, they know how I'm comin' 

Ain't got no feelings, I'm here for the money 

Treat every club like it's Magic on Monday 

Niggas ain't rich for real, they gettin' fronted 

Gave her a dime, told her fist up her stomach 

By the time she get back, I'ma switch up my number 

Call to her friend like I been on her bumper 

Lately, I been the topic of discussion 

Trigger was foreign, they shoot it from Russia 

Bad vibes at my show like I'm mushy 

If she tell me No once, I won't even touch it 

All I do is get her out here, abortion 

Act like I 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 

Fuckin' 'em high, so I might as well double up 

Soon as I get rich, 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] 

And I get by, let 'em choose sides 

We get Ms in by the shoe size 

I don't fuck with y'all type of kind 

I done seen all y'all dickride 

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] 

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up 

Tay Keith is too hard 

Ring, ring, ring, ring, drip too hard 

Run that back, Turbo 

You seen this overseas drip?