[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

[Chorus: 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 2: Turner, Tion Wayne]

3x3 cause problems

Gang move mad on the wing like Bronson

All the opp boys talk nonsense

Got enough waps for a group, that's options

True say, man's got fans, me and bro

Everyone clock man's pole (Mm-mm)

Five man deep in the T right now but the location unknown

I was straight off the wing, done scheming

Look for a opp then chief him

Them days, I had no P's in

Licked off the food, then dealing

I don't do online cussing

My bredrins ride out, big Russian (Uh)

Ten on the block, they'll suck him

Shy clutching, back out then touch him

Turning the bells in the spinner

You don't wanna get dropped like litter

Man got waps in the ends

And bro left toys with a chocolate ting, no Kinder

Opp turn singer, online hitter

Did all the dirt for the 'gram and Twitter

Got sweets in the ting

Make a opp turn pack, now I rap and a opp turn bitter

[Chorus: 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