Ain't Livin Right (feat. Juice WRLD & Gunna)

[Future]

I need therapy, I'm going to retail today

And spend thousands, ayy

I’m gonna get my head clouded on

Whatever memory I'm feelin' today (ayy)

(I’m not goin' anywhere Nico)

[Juice WRLD & Future]

Put away every problem (tryna put away my problem)

I don't sell drugs, I cop 'em (I got drugs, gotta cop 'em)

I be livin' life all wrong (I be livin' life wrong)

I ain't livin’ right, uh, I ain’t livin' right (yeah)

I ain’t livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (yeah)

I ain’t livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (yeah)

I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (yeah)

I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (oh)

[Gunna]

I ain't livin' right

We from different sides (sides)

I done sacrificed, and it made me a mastermind (mastermind)

I done switched lanes, Bentley coupe got frog eyes

We got rich, hey, and I still got mob ties (mob ties)

Never sober, I always be high (high)

I be most likely bangin' a nine (bangin' a nine)

Ain't no question, my niggas gon' ride (gon' ride)

You a bitch, you throw rocks and go hide (go hide)

I just mixed the Ciroc and some red

Couldn't pick one, it was hard to decide (hard to decide)

Hit my niece, then I talk to the don (talk to the don)

Got a new Bentley, seat can massage (massage)

In the P. H., just me and my niggas we alright (alright)

On the P. J., sippin' codeine on long flights (long flights)

Damn, I forgot her name, only fucked her for one night

To give my Rollies rage, know young Gunna ain't living right

[Juice WRLD]

And they put away my problems

I don't sell drugs, I cop em'

I be living life all wrong

I ain't livin' right (uh)

I ain't livin' right (yeah)

I ain't livin' right (uh)

I ain't livin' right (yeah)

I ain't livin' right (uh)

I ain't livin' right (yeah)

I ain't livin' right (uh)

I ain't livin' right (yah, ohh)

Forgiatos spinnin'

They look like my diamonds

Bitch my Glock got a twin

Man thats two times

I'm on two perks again

Something don't feel right

But this shit real right, slatt

This shit real right? Uh

This that pure white crack

Yo momma need that

Lord knows she needed then nickle blows to function

This that new Maybach, I'ma speed in it

Roll some tree in it

Fuck a freak in it

I'm a do me in it

Timid, all these niggas timid, uh

All these niggas pussy

Codeine in my sippy cup

I chug it, don't sip a lot

Your bitch on my dick a lot

I guess that's not your bitch, uh

Funny, laughing to the bank, and it's, funny

Perky in my brain I'm a junkie

I'm, not a, dummy

Lotta cash, I'm a dummy

I'm a, spaz

Chopper leave your ass in the quick past

Everyday I dash to the quick cash

I get that

Gun on my hip, I can't risk that

Desert eagle, I shoot, knock my wrist back

And they put away my problems

I don't sell drugs, I cop em'

I be living life all wrong

I ain't livin' right (uh)

I ain't livin' right (yeah)

I ain't livin' right (uh)

I ain't livin' right (yeah)

I ain't livin' right (uh)

I ain't livin' right (yeah)

I ain't livin' right (uh)

I ain't livin' right (yah, ohh)

[Future]

Tryna put away my problems

I got drugs, can I cop em?

I've been livin' life wrong (yeah)

I've ain't livin' right at all