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

Ain't Livin Right

Future & Juice WRLD (feat. Gunna)

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

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 04:18 pm

Album: Future & Juice WRLD Present... WRLD ON DRUGS

Track No: 14

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)

Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Jarad Higgins, Jaterrian Hudson & Sergio Kitchens.

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