No Comment Turner & Tion Wayne

[Intro: Tion Wayne]
You don't know how it feel
We expose the fake from the real
All this cash, man, I don't need the roads
But I still stay out here for the thrill
Said she ain't a hoe, baby girl, that's cap
But we let her roll 'cause she make it clap
Team too real, when the feds ask questions
We don't even know where we hid them waps

[Verse 1: Turner, Tion Wayne]
Don't ask what happened (Oi)
All I know 'bout no comment (Oi)
Bag of these clowns in the comments
When I see them in flesh, not on it
This ting wanna fuck but my wap no diet
If you won't hold it, stop tryin' (Mm-mm)
It bangs that pop but it's not, man's riding (Mm-mm)
But you won't ride, stop lying
When they see T Wayne no weapon
You should see their face expression
When we was low, no waps, just cheffin'
Now we just shoot, David Beckham (Woo)
He's wearing a chain, he's sweating (Uh)
Watch me stack up a mil, still reppin' (Uh)
Touch one of mine, I'll lose it
Big A, back out the ting then shoot it
Penthouse with a chocolate one
T Wayne told me "I love this one"
Anybody touch my ones, make a man bust my gun
Fill up the ting, let it fly and spark
Pull up to the dance and buy out the bar
She already know who we are
Now your bae wanna try out the car