Turks

Turks (Explicit) - NAV/Gunna/Travis Scott

Lyrics by：Navraj Goraya/Sergio Giavanni Kitchens/Wesley Glass/Jacques Berman Webster II/Amir Esmailian

Composed by：Navraj Goraya/Sergio Giavanni Kitchens/Wesley Glass/Jacques Berman Webster II/Amir Esmailian

Future：

Wheezy outta here

NAV：

I'm a late bloomer third year on the scene

Twenty racks don't feel like nothin' 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 keepin' 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 lil' attitude swap out the b***h

I spent two-fifty don't know where it went

My hood on my back I gotta represent

Toronto you useless you don't got a pole

Warm that boy up he got shot in the cold

Thirty rounds in the clip let it unload

I f**k the b***h I picked right out of Vogue

Took twenty b***hes 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 ask to take a taste lil' baby

Pullin' out fifty racks walkin' out of 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/Future：

Trappin' on the block I'd never serve a cop

I always kept a Glock I ain't 'bout to 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

Who is that lil' n***a icy hoppin' out a Wraith

Hoppin' out a Wraith

Chopper get it choppin' like a blade

Chop

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

Poppin' on your page

Trust me we could never be the same

Never be the same

You know I like to flirt no skirts in Turks

Yeah

I'm puttin' in work I beat her out the 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

Line his a*s up like a barber do the fade

Barber do the fade

Fed your ho crêpes and grapes

Cash told me "Wait it's a billion on the way"

Billion on the way

We just split a billi' with the gang