Turks song lyrics -NAV & Gunna ft. Travis Scott
| Singers | : NAV, Gunna |
| Album | : Turks |
(Wheezy outta here)
I’m a late bloomer, third year on the
scene
scene
Twenty racks don’t feel like nothin’ to
me
me
Came from the streets, it turned me to a
beast
beast
Invisible set, diamonds huggin’ my piece
Book me for a show, I need eighty at
least
least
I want the smoke, ain’t no keepin’ the
peace
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 lil’ attitude, swap out the bitch
I spent two-fifty, don’t know where it
went
went
My hood on my back, I gotta represent
Toronto, you useless, you don’t got a
pole
pole
Warm that boy up, he got shot in the cold
Thirty rounds in the clip, let it unload
I fuck the bitch I picked right out of
Vogue
Vogue
Took twenty bitches on my first vacay
I ain’t pickin’ up, I’m in Turks, lil’
baby
baby
Every other watch got diamonds in the
face
face
Pullin’ out, ask to take a taste, lil’
baby
baby
Pullin’ out fifty racks, walkin’ out of
Chase
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
gotta pay
Trappin’ on the block, I’d never serve a
cop
cop
I always kept a Glock, I ain’t ’bout to
see the grave (‘Bout to see the grave)
see the grave (‘Bout to see the grave)
Pull up, I’ll make a quick stop (Yeah)
I shop one stop, I’m high for seven days
(High for seven days)
(High for seven days)
Who is that lil’ nigga icy hoppin’ out a
Wraith? (Hoppin’ out a Wraith?)
Wraith? (Hoppin’ out a Wraith?)
Chopper get it choppin’ like a blade
(Chop)
(Chop)
You ain’t get no money but you poppin’ on
your page (Poppin’ on your page)
your page (Poppin’ on your page)
Trust me, we could never be the same
(Never be the same)
(Never be the same)
You know I like the syrup, low stress in
Turks (Yeah)
Turks (Yeah)
I’m puttin’ in work, I beat her out the
frame (Beat her out the frame, Wheezy outta here)
frame (Beat her out the frame, Wheezy outta here)
She sweet, I was movin’ off a Perc’
I bought her a Birk’ and a birthday cake
(Birthday cake)
(Birthday cake)
Line his ass up like a barber do the fade
(Barber do the fade)
(Barber do the fade)
Fed your ho crêpes and grapes
Cash stuffed away, this a billion on the
way (Billion on the way)
way (Billion on the way)
We just split a billi’ with the gang
Took twenty bitches on my first vacay
I ain’t pickin’ up, I’m in Turks, lil’
baby
baby
Every other watch got diamonds in the
face
face
Pullin’ out, ask to take a taste, lil’
baby
baby
Pullin’ out fifty racks, walkin’ out of
Chase
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
gotta pay
First time in Turks, had a whole bunch of
work
work
Had to bring two jets, had a whole lot of
babes (Yeah)
babes (Yeah)
I first take a game-changin’ verse
Swear the change gon’ hurt, but it really
ain’t a game (Yeah)
ain’t a game (Yeah)
Shawty like to twerk, I bring the rage
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
Really get to trippin’ on the stage
Never ever let ’em see the man unless
they pay (Alright)
they pay (Alright)
Niggas havin’ beef, I hope they pray
Cactus Jack me up and down, head to toe
Make sure the ones you with on go
Make sure the ones you with is with it
Make sure the ones you with, ah (Yeah)
She need a quick tan, come to Turks with
the G’s (Yeah)
the G’s (Yeah)
Work for that body, need more than
degrees
degrees
Fillin’ her nose with some shit I can ski
with
with
Say this her first time, it’s hard to
believe
believe
Took twenty bitches on my first vacay
I ain’t pickin’ up, I’m in Turks, lil’
baby
baby
Every other watch got diamonds in the
face
face
Pullin’ out, ask to take a taste, lil’
baby
baby
Pullin’ out fifty racks, walkin’ out of
Chase
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.
gotta pay.
