Listen, Mp3 Download and get the Lyrics to – Turks by NAV featuring Gunna and Travis Scott. The song was produced by Wheezy.
Nav Turks (ft. Gunna & Travis Scott)
Ever since Nav, Gunna, and Travis Scott hopped off the Learjet on the way back from “Yosemite,” fans have been eagerly awaiting their next road trip, wherever it might happen to bring them. As it turns out, the destination was set long ago. Enter “Turks,” a long-awaited reunion banger from the trifecta, one that has been gaining momentum ever since a snippet first premiered a while back.
Though it was likely meant for a full-length project, Nav took it upon himself to expedite the release, a move we’re all grateful for. Now, “Turks” has arrived in high-quality, living up to the hype set by Astroworld highlight “Yosemite.” Taking to the minimalist beat with a melodic flow, Nav sets the scheme in motion with some hypnotic bars, mirrored by his collaborators in their following verses.
Though some have wondered whether he’d coast following his heightened success, Travis Scott stands in fine form on this one, gliding over the instrumental with panache. “First time in Turks, had a whole bunch of work had to bring two jets, and a whole lot of babes,” he raps, making us all collectively pine for the days of open air travel. The always reliable Gunna closes the track, the hero we never knew we needed. “You know I’m not simp, no stretch, send texts, so I’m puttin’ in work, gotta beat it out the frame,” he boasts, gliding over Wheezy’s slick banger.
Nav – Turks (ft. Gunna & Travis Scott) (prod. Wheezy)
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 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
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 get thirsty, got water like a lake
My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay
[Verse 2: 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’ nigga 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 the syrup, low stress 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 ass up like a 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)
We just split a billi’ 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 get 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-changin’ verse
Swear the 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 man unless 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)
Work for that body, need more than degrees
Fillin’ her nose with some shit I can ski with
Say this her first time, it’s hard to believe
[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 get thirsty, got water like a lake
My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay
