conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Turks with the following description: NAV and Gunna reunite with Travis Scott on “Turks,” the second collaboration between the three artists all on the song, following the featured artist’s August 2018 song, “YOSEMITE.” The three artists have also each collaborated individually with one another, as detailed below in the Q&A. This song also serves as the lead single to NAV’s third studio album, Good Intentions.
  The title of this song refers to Turks & Caicos, which are a group of islands that are located southeast of the British Overseas Territory. The three artists tell a rags-to-riches story over the Wheezy-produced upbeat tune, discussing the transition from them being poor to eventually living a lavish lifestyle. They drop references to many expensive items that they possess, including cars, drugs, jewelry, weaponry, and women.
  This song’s official music video premiered on NAV’s YouTube channel three days after its release, on March 30, 2020. Young Thug, a close friend and frequent collaborator of the three artists, makes a cameo appearance. The video was directed by NAV’s XO Records founder and manager, Amir “Cash” Esmailian. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [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 to flirt, no skirts 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 told me, "Wait, it's 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