Tokyo Trap House - Andy Milonakis

You know how I’m rockin

Cut off stockings

Keep kush in my pocket

All designer

Get your grind up

Got a breitling for the mothafuckin timer

I’ll never leave the house without my burner man

Without a pack of swishers and some marijuana

I’ll never leave the house without my gat

I’ll never leave the house without my thumper

I’ll never leave the house without my pack

I’ll never leave the house without my strap

I’ll never leave your bitch up in my house

And I a’ll never leave that shit up in my house

I’ll never leave the house without my thing

Nigga say you want problems, nigga swing

I’ll never leave the house without my loud

I’ll never leave the house without my bling

I’ll never leave the house without my hollows

Boink a nigga, give his ass funky feet

I’ll never leave my house where the motto

I don’t give a fuck if she was fine as cream

Come from broken playgrounds

Now I like, valley swings

Pistols still be like congos and tambourines

Off the thoinks jump around like pogos and trampolines

I’ll never leave my house without my weed

I’m a midnight runner cause come on I lean

This sippin' got me limpin' I should call it Hi-C

I got sicker whips than Indiana

And these thots ride with me like country grammar

Sosa comin' through and he glo’n like a black light

Fredo in the cut, just in case ya’ll don’t act right

Stackin' more bricks than an Eskimo, just to let em' know

And I sext yo ho, that bitch pussy open like the letter o

Imma let her go, never wed a ho, only wet a ho

Imma high school drop out, wit a couple millie

Knockers in my pockets, be just so silly

Tryna cop an island in 2016

And then i’ll fill the ocean up with henny and lean (bitch)