NeverRecover

Never Recover (Explicit) - Lil Baby/Gunna/Drake (德雷克)

制作人：Tay Keith

Drake/Lil Juice：

Tay Keith f**k these n***as up

Tay Keith is too hard

Ring ring ring ring drip too hard

Run that back Turbo

Yeah aye 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 s**t up and I give it right back to 'em

If I don't f**k with 'em then I can't rap with 'em

I wanna beat it when somebody catches 'em

I want a witness to see that s**t

Man these folks these folks gotta godd**n hear this s**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 n***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 s**t the Thugger way

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

Cannot be seen in that s**t 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 n***as fell off and you never gon' come up

Gunna：

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

Young Gunna Gunna I make this s**t double

Hit Elliante and left with a puddle

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

Run up my check my b***h 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 b***h 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 f**k it I'm goin' on a run

You one of my dogs so look out for my bun

Lil Baby：

And I get by let 'em choose sides