Ain't Livin Right (feat. Gunna)

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 I’m not goin' anywhere Nico 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 I ain’t livin' right uh I ain't livin' right I ain’t livin' right uh I ain't livin' right I ain't livin' right uh I ain't livin' right 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 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 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 I ain't livin' right I ain't livin' right I ain't livin' right I ain't livin' right I ain't livin' right I ain't livin' right I ain't livin' right 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 I ain't livin' right I ain't livin' right I ain't livin' right I ain't livin' right I ain't livin' right I ain't livin' right I ain't livin' right Tryna put away my problems I got drugs can I cop em I've been livin' life wrong I've ain't livin' right at all