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