Lyrics Turn & Twist - NAV

Turn & Twist

Paid in full, gettin' money like Mitch
Back of the Glock, only time I switch
Rap don’t work, God knows what I’m with
Back to the block, hit a lick on bricks
Most of my old friends grew apart
Know a lot of scammers that’s crackin' cards
Couple SSN superstars
Shoppin' at Chane'-ne' free of charge (No charge)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt in a drop
Lost my mind and I lost my top (Let's go)
Told you I don’t need no stylist
No kizzy, I got 'em Balenci' socks (Balenci')
If we don’t find who we tryna find
We still gon' spin the block (Ooh)
Five shootings in one night
How the fuck they call my city soft?
(Let's go)
Stand on my money like I’m standin' on stilts
Shit look good, gotta get it on film
Steppin' out the foreign with the big ass rims
«Are you NAV?»
Girl, you know I’m him
Wakin' up to hate, ain’t nothin' new
They don’t really got nothin' lse to do
Countin' up blues, got nothin' to prove
Pourin' up th Sprite with the two-times-two
Everything better when you do it yourself
When I spend money, I ain’t got no guilt
I’ma sit down on the throne I built
Fightin' for mine, but the battle uphill
Shittin' on people, I got me a list
When I pull up, make sure they sick
Forgiato lip, give the curb a kiss
Go full throttle, make it turn and twist
Stay ten toes, takin' care of the guys
Lost my faith, had to cut my ties
Iced out bust cover up my eyes
Like a lil' kid bringin' toys outside
LV ring, only one in my size
Money out of sight, never out of mind
Told you, «I'ma help you one last time»
Pockets, ain’t gettin' nothin' outta mine (Nothin')
Holes in my tees, had to wear the same clothes
I went from rags to rich (Rich)
I used to spray on the sample cologne, hopin' I’d bag a bitch (Woah)
People made fun of me drivin' my car, I had no gas in it (Hahaha)
Now every time that I be on the road, they chasin' after it (Let's go)
Stand on my money like I’m standin' on stilts
Shit look good, gotta get it on film
Steppin' out the foreign with the big ass rims
«Are you NAV?»
Girl, you know I’m him
Wakin' up to hate, ain’t nothin' new
They don’t really got nothin' else to do
Countin' up blues, got nothin' to prove
Pourin' up the Sprite with the two-times-two
Everything better when you do it yourself
When I spend money, I ain’t got no guilt
I’ma sit down on the throne I built
Fightin' for mine, but the battle uphill
Shittin' on people, I got me a list
When I pull up, make sure they sick
Forgiato lip, give the curb a kiss
Go full throttle, make it turn and twist
(My nigga Wheezy, know what I’m sayin'?)