N3 Turks NAV and Gunna lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Wheezy outta here

[Verse 1: 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 RZR 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
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 fuck the bitch I picked right out of Vogue

 

 

[Chorus: 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, 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 gettin’ thirsty, got water like a lake
My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay

 

[Verse 2: Gunna & Future]
Coppin’ on the block, I’d never serve a cop
I always kept a Glock, I ain’t ’bout to see the grave (I ain’t ’bout to see the grave)
Pull up, I’ll make a quick stop (Yeah)
I shop one-stop, I don’t have seven days (Yeah, have seven days)
Cool that lil nigga, icy hoppin’ out a Wraith (Hoppin’ out a Wraith)
Chopper get it choppin’ like a blade (Chop)
You ain’t got no money but you poppin’ on your page (Poppin’ on your page)
Shorty, we could never be the same (Never be the same)
You know I like the syrup, no stress in Turks (Yeah)
I’m puttin’ in work, gotta beat it out the frame (Beat it out the frame)
(Wheezy outta here)

 

She sweet, I was movin’ off the Perc’
I bought her a Birkin and a birthday cake (Birthday cake)
Line his ass up like a barber do the fade (Barber do the fade)
Gave your hoe crêpes and grapes
Cashed up a way, this a billion on the way (Billion on the way)
We just slid the Bentley with the gang

 

[Chorus: 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, 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 gettin’ thirsty, got water like a lake
My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay

 

[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
First time in Turks, had a whole bunch of work
Had to bring two jets, had a whole lot of babes (Yeah)
I first, take a game, change a verse
What a change gon’ hurt but it really ain’t a game (Yeah)
Shawty like to twerk, I bring the rage (Yeah)
Really get to trippin’ on the stage
Never ever let ’em see the money less they pay (Alright)
Niggas havin’ beef, I hope they pray (‘Kay)

 

[Chorus: 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, 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 gettin’ thirsty, got water like a lake
My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay

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