Don Toliver is known for his smooth, melodic trap-infused R&B style. He blew up with Travis Scott’s label Cactus Jack, and ever since, he’s carved his own lane in the rap/R&B fusion space. This song in particular reflects Don’s growing tendency to express emotional burnout through repetition, irony, and blurred intentions. It’s not about love or hate, it’s about escaping the pressure of being watched, commented on, and misunderstood. Lyrically, this song traces a collision between physical desire and emotional exhaustion. There’s lust and longing for sure Don’s signature is sensuality, but there’s also paranoia, sarcasm, and emotional whiplash. He wants intimacy, but he’s also dodging the toxicity that comes with fame. This is the eleventh track on Travis’s second collaborative compilation album, “JACKBOYS 2”, which is released on July 13, 2025.
Even if his music is new to you, this song will pull you in with its honest lyrics and energetic beats. It’s got that magnetic energy and the kind of lines that hit hard and stay with you. Read the NO COMMENTS lyrics by Don Toliver below, and experience his passion for music.
Lyrics of NO COMMENTS by Don Toliver
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
This Shit Half Ironic
I’m Smokin’ Chronic
Pop One More, Might Vomit
Move Quick Like I’m Sonic, Uh
Turn Off Yo Comments, Uh (Don’t Read It, Babe)
Turnin’ Off Yo Comments, Yeah (Don’t Read It, Babe)
Turnin’ Off Yo Comments (Don’t Read It, Babe)
Turnin’ Off Yo Comments (Woo)
This Shit Half Ironic (Ironic)
I’m Smokin’ Chronic (I’m Smokin’)
Pop One More, Might Vomit (Uh-huh)
Move Quick Like I’m Sonic, Uh (Uh-huh)
Turn Off Them Comments
Turnin’ Off Yo Comments, Yeah (Don’t Read It, Babe)
Turnin’ Off Yo Comments (Don’t Read It, Babe)
Turnin’ Off Yo Comments, Yeah (Don’t Read It, Babe)
[Verse: Don Toliver]
I’m Just Tryna Get To Know You, Babe
Put Your Legs On My Shoulder, Babe
Come In ’cause I Got More To Say
You The Main, Baker Made More Today
Sold Me A Putz And I’m Off The K
You Had Me Up Good, Bet I Owe You, Bae
Yeah, I Got Somethin’ I Wanna Show You, Bae
You Doin’ Too Much, Better Find Your Place, Ah
Oh, When The Jackboys Bettin’ Up The Stakes
We Come In Here To Bop, Yeah, Bop The Place
And Shawty, She A Freak, Wanna Fu*k My Face
I’ll Tell You When I’m Cummin’ Out My Nut, Okay
Don’t Read Those Comments, They Got Nothin’ To Say
Don’t Read Those Comments, They Got Nothin’ To Say
They Got Nothin’ To Say
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
This Shit Half Ironic
I’m Smokin’ Chronic
Pop One More, Might Vomit
Move Quick Like I’m Sonic, Uh
Turn Off Yo Comments, Uh (Don’t Read It, Babe)
Turnin’ Off Yo Comments, Yeah (Don’t Read It, Babe)
Turnin’ Off Yo Comments (Don’t Read It, Babe)
Turnin’ Off Yo Comments (Woo)
This Shit Half Ironic (Ironic)
I’m Smokin’ Chronic (I’m Smokin’)
Pop One More, Might Vomit (Uh-huh)
Move Quick Like I’m Sonic, Uh (Uh-huh)
Turn Off Them Comments
Turnin’ Off Yo Comments, Yeah (Don’t Read It, Babe)
Turnin’ Off Yo Comments (Don’t Read It, Babe)
Turnin’ Off Yo Comments, Yeah (Don’t Read It, Babe)
[Interlude]
You’re Listening To JB2
(This Is My Station) (Yeah)
[Outro: Bun B]
So If You Ain’t [?] Baked In,
Somebody Bp Yet To Pull Over
Find Payphone, Have Some Change
You Know What I’m Sayin’?
All That Typa Shit Just To Answer The Call
That’s The Problem, Like We Was–
We Was Bakin’ Enough Money, We Had To Hope
And We Ain’t Have Nobody To Hit ’cause
Nobody Else Had Them Hoes (Niggas)
They’ll Just Be A Pimp
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