Lil Baby, Gunna & Drake – Never Recover Lyrics

Never Recover

Lil Baby, Gunna & Drake

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"Never Recover." - Lil Baby, Gunna & Drake

Friday, 16 October 2026, 06:34 am

Album: Drip Harder

Track No: 13

(Tay Keith, fuck these **** up)
Aye, yeah
Tay Keith, this too hard
Ring, ring, ring we drip too hard, aye
(Run that back, Turbo)
Yeah
Aye, look
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 **** 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 **** fell off and you never recovered
Poured up some Hi-Tech and wait till 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 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
Family a beast, we gon' eat us some 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 don
The kid was surprised that my trunk in the front
I know you 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 one of my dogs, then look out for the bond
And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides
We gettin' 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 gon' leave it to Gunna
Runnin' this shit, only been out two summers
That 4x4 truck, I post three hundred
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
**** 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 the 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
And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides
We gettin' 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
(Tay Keith, fuck these **** up)
Tay Keith, this too hard
Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, aye
(Run that back, Turbo)
(You seen the overseas drip?)

Writer(s): Dominique' Jones, Sergio Kitchens, Aubrey Drake Graham & Brytavious Lakeith Chambers.

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