Ain't Livin Right (feat. Gunna)

I need therapy, wanna retail

Today I spent thousands, aye

I'ma get my head cloudy

Don't wanna have a memory of anything

Put away your problems

I don't sell drugs, I cop 'em

I be livin' 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, aw

I ain't livin' right, uh

I ain't livin' right, yeah

I ain't livin' right, uh

I ain't livin' right, aw

I ain't livin' right, no

We from different sides (Different sides)

I done sacrificed

And they 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 baggin' a 9 (Baggin' a 9)

Ain't no question, my **** gon' ride (Gon' ride)

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

I just mixed the Ciroc and some red (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 PH

Me and my ****, we alright (Alright)

On the PJ

Sippin' codeine on long flights (Long flights)

Damn, I forgot her name

Only fucked her for one night (One night)

To give my Rollies rage

Know Young Gunna ain't livin' right

And they put away my problems

I don't sell drugs, I cop 'em

I be livin' like 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, aw

I ain't livin' right, uh

I ain't livin' right, yeah

I ain't livin' right, uh

I ain't livin' right, aw

Forgiatos spinnin'

They look like my diamonds

Bitch, my Glock got a twin

Man, that's two times

I'm on two Percs again

Something don't feel right

But this shit real right (Slatt)

This shit real right, uh

This that pure white (Crack)

Your ma need that (Uh)

Lord knows, she needed them nickel blows to function (Uh)

This that new Maybach

I'ma speed in it (Uh)

Roll some tree in it (Uh)

Fuck a freak in it (Uh)

I'ma do me in it, timid

All these **** timid (Uh)

All these **** pussy (Uh)

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'ma junkie (Uh)

Not a dummy, lot of cash

I'm on dummy, I'm a spaz

Chopper leave your ass in the quick past (Uh)

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 livin' like 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, aw

I ain't livin' right, uh

I ain't livin' right, yeah

I ain't livin' right, uh

I ain't livin' right, aw

(Tryna put away my problems)

(I got drugs, can I cop?)

(I been livin' life wrong, yeah)

(Ain't livin' right at all)