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[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
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