Chords for NAV & Gunna - Turks feat. Travis Scott (Official Audio)

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[Cm] Weezy, I'm a late bloomer, third year on the scene
20 racks don't feel like nothing to me
Came from the streets, it turned me to a beast
Invisible set diamonds, hugging my piece
But me for a show, I need 80 at least
I want the smoke, ain't no keeping the peace
Give me a razor when I'm in the east
[F] Open them up just [D] like a surgery
[Cm] Everything burning around me on lit
Show a little attitude, swap out the bitch
I spent 250, don't know where it went
My hood on my back, I gotta represent
Toronto, you useless, you don't got a pole
[F] Warm that boy up, he got shot in the cold
[Cm] 30 rounds in the clip, let it unload
I fuck the bitch, I pick right out of Vogue
20 bitches on my first vacay
I ain't picking up, I'm a turk's little baby
Every other watch got diamonds in the face
Pulling out, ask to take a taste, little baby
Pulling out 50 racks, walking out of [G] chase
If I drop dead, [Cm] I'll be hard to replace
Hardly get thirsty, got water like a leak
[Gm] My brother got locked, [Cm] another bonder gotta pay
Dropping on the block, I ain't never serving
Cop by office, couple glock, I ain't about to see the grave
Pulling up, [Gm] I make a quick stop
[C] I shot one stop, I'm high for [F] seven [Gm] days
He was telling the niggas he hopping [F] out of red
[Cm] Trouble get it, chopping like a blade
You ain't get no money, bitch, you popping on your [F] page
Choking, we can never be the [Cm] same
You know I left certain, I'm scratching
Start putting in work, I beat out a friend
Shit sweet, I'm moving up, perked
I bought a Herb Berk and a birthday cake
90's and [F] serialized, barber do the [Cm] fade
Bitch, your whole [F] curse and [Cm] grades
Cast away this green on the way
We [D] just played the billy with the [Gm] gang
20 bitches [Cm] on my first vacay
I ain't picking up, I'm a turk's little baby
Every other watch got diamonds in the face
Pulling out, ask to take a taste, little baby
Pulling out 50 racks, walking out of [F] cheese
If I drop dead, [Cm] I'll be hard to real please
Hard to get thirsty, got water like a [G] leak
My brother got locked, [D] another bonder gotta pee
First time the turks had a whole bunch of [Cm] work
Had to breathe through, just had a whole lot of babes
I first take a game, take the burst
With a change gone hurt, but it [Gm] really ain't a [Cm] game
Shout it out to turk, I been the rage
[Gm] Really get the [Cm] tripping on the stage
Never ever let her see the money, let's debate
[Ab] _ Niggas having beef, oh, they [Cm] pray
Cactus hang me up and down at the toe
Make sure the ones you with don't go
Make sure the ones you with is with it
Make sure the ones you with, uh
She need a quick tank, I'm the turks with the G's
Roof of that body need more than the grease
Fill in the nose with some shit I can ski with
Hated step first time, it's hard to believe
20 bitches on my first vacay
I ain't picking up, I'm a turk's little baby
Every other watch got diamonds in the face
Pulling out, ask to take a taste, little baby
Pulling out 50 racks, walking out of cheese
If I drop dead, I'll be hard to real please
Hardly getting thirsty, got water like a [Gm] leak
My brother got locked, now the bottle gotta [Ab] pee
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