Yeah Mob. Mob Yeah Yakuza shit nigga. Trafficin them brick to Tokyo
[Verse] Stay strapped like Yakuzas. 9mm, Uzis Choppin off these unloyal niggas fingers for the mula Tats all on my body nigga. I'm the $u$hi John Gotti Smoking purple got my eyes redder than the sun rising Make a deal, split a couple mil, then shoot to the islands Boy I hustle on the low. They don't even know I got it I'm the bomb kamikaze. Keep that rocket in my pocket Keep that shottie in the trunk I'm busting gauge shells hollow
[Bridge] Fucking with the family from the door you gotta make a promise On some Samurai shit or you meeting that katana Man it's comma after comma. Break oath leave you in a coma. Marijuana in my lungs help me forget the souls I've stolen
[Hook] Yakuza. Yakuza. I swag like Yakuza Trafficking them bricks I hope I'm being watch by Buddha Yakuza. Yakuza. Making sure the family right Plus I made that oath. I'm a muthafuckin samurai (x2)
[Verse] 50 bricks in in Tokyo I be the man Choppin off you niggas fingers if you fuckin wif the cash On some shit that is not legal with my people in Japan 44 loaded. Shoot explosive hollows coming at yo head With some insane niggas in Shibuya countin bands If you fuck around with bosses get yo body disimpaired Told that bitch I was Yakuza and that bitch got scared Rollin round with a pound and a price set on yo head I'm a mafioso nigga whippin Beamer, Bentley, Benz
[Bridge] Before I go to sleep at night I pray that Buddha cleanse my sins Wake up in the morning fucking on a Japanese bitch Tits like a watermelon and she worshiping the dick
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
