Gunna - Never Recover [Drip Harder] lyrics

[Drake & Lil Juice:] Tay Keith, fu*k these ni**as 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 sh*t up and I give it right back to him If I don't fu*k 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 goddamn 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 hell of a year and a ni**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 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 ni**as fell off and you never recovered [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 bu*ter 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 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, "fu*k 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 fu*k 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 sh*t, 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 ni**as 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 fu*k 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 fu*k 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 fu*k 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, fu*k these ni**as up) Tay Keith, this too hard Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy (Run that back, Turbo) You seen the overseas drip?