Ain't Livin Right

[Intro: Future] I need therapy, wanna retail today and spend thousands, ayy I'ma get my head cloudy, don’t wanna have a memory of anything (I'm not goin' anywhere, Nikko) (You’ll fly too) Ayy [Chorus: Juice WRLD & Future] Put away your problems (Tryna put away my problem) I don't sell drugs, I cop 'em (I got drugs, can I cop?) 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, yeah, oh [Verse 1: Gunna] I ain't livin' right (Nah) 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 (Got mob ties) Never sober, I always be high (High) I be most likely baggin' a nine (Baggin' 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 (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, the 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 livin' right [Chorus: Juice WRLD] And they put away my 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, 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, oh [Verse 2: Juice WRLD] 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 Yo' mom need that Lord knows she needed them nickel blows to function 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 niggas timid, uh All these niggas 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'm a junkie, uh Uh, 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 [Chorus: Juice WRLD] And they put away my 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, 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, oh [Outro: Future] Tryna put away my problems I got drugs, can I cop? I've been livin' life wrong Yeah Ain't livin' right at all