Ain't Livin Right feat. Gunna

歌詞

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 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, yeah I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah, oh 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 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 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 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 Tryna put away my problems I got drugs, can I cop? I've been livin' life wrong Yeah Ain't livin' right at all