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    NAV & Gunna

    Turks Lyrics

    feat. Travis Scott

    (Wheezy outta here)

    [NAV:]

    I'm a late bloomer, third year on the scene

    Twenty racks don't feel like nothing to me

    Came from the streets, it turned me to a beast

    Invisible set diamonds huggin' my piece

    Book me for a show I need eighty at least

    I want the smoke, ain't no keeping the peace

    Keep me a razor when I'm in the East

    Open em' up just like a surgery

    Everything burnin' around me, I'm lit

    Show a little attitude, swapped out a bitch

    I spent 250 don't know where it went

    My hood on my back, I gotta represent

    Toronto you use to see don't got a pull

    Warm that boy up, he got shot in the cold

    Thirty rounds in the clip let it unload

    I fucked a bitch I picked right out of Vogue

    Took twenty bitches on my first vacay

    I ain't pickin up, I'm in Turks, lil baby

    Every other watch got diamonds in the face

    Pullin' out ass and take a taste, lil baby

    Pullin' out fifty racks walkin' outta Chase

    If I drop dead I'll be hard to replace

    Hardly get thirsty, got water like a lake

    My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay

    [Gunna:]

    Trappin' on the block, I'll never serve a cop

    I always kept the Glock, I ain't 'bout to see the grave

    Pull up, I make quick stop

    I shot one stop, I don't have seven days

    Who is that lil nigga as he hoppin' out a Wraith?

    Chopper get it choppin' like a blade

    You ain't get no money but you poppin' on your page

    Trust me, we can never be the same

    Know I like to flirt, no skirts in Turks

    I'm puttin' in work, I beat her outta frame

    She sweet, I move enough perc'

    I bought her a Birkin and a birthday cake

    Line his ass up, let the barber do the fade

    Fed your ho crepes and grapes

    Cash told me, "Don't worry there's a billion on the way"

    We just split a billy with the gang

    [NAV:]

    Took twenty bitches on my first vacay

    I ain't pickin up, I'm in Turks, lil baby

    Every other watch got diamonds in the face

    Pullin' out ass and take a taste, lil baby

    Pullin' out fifty racks walkin' outta Chase

    If I drop dead I'll be hard to replace

    Hardly get thirsty, got water like a lake

    My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay

    [Travis Scott:]

    First time in Turks, got a whole bunch of work

    Got to bring two jets and a whole lot of babes

    I first took a game changing verse

    With the change gonna hurt but it really ain't a game

    Shorty like the Turk up in a rage

    Really get to trippin' on the stage

    Never ever let them see the man unless they pay

    Niggas havin' beef off on what they pray

    Cactus Jack me up and down on the tour

    Make sure the ones you are with on God

    Make sure the ones you with is with it

    Make sure the ones you with are

    She need a quick tank, I'ma text with the G's

    More for the body, need more than the grease

    Fillin' her nose with some shit I can ski with

    Haters say the first time is it hard to believe

    [NAV:]

    Took twenty bitches on my first vacay

    I ain't pickin up, I'm in Turks, lil baby

    Every other watch got diamonds in the face

    Pullin' out ass and take a taste, lil baby

    Pullin' out fifty racks walkin' outta Chase

    If I drop dead I'll be hard to replace

    Hardly get thirsty, got water like a lake

    My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay