Yeah
Mob. Mob
Yeah
Yakuza sh*t n*gga. Trafficin them brick to Tokyo
[Verse]
Stay strapped like Yakuzas. 9mm, Uzis
Choppin off these unloyal n*ggas fingers for the mula
Tats all on my body n*gga. 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]
f*cking with the family from the door you gotta make a promise
On some Samurai sh*t 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 muthaf*ckin samurai
(x2)
[Verse]
50 bricks in in Tokyo I be the man
Choppin off you n*ggas fingers if you f*ckin wif the cash
On some sh*t that is not legal with my people in Japan
44 loaded. Shoot explosive hollows coming at yo head
With some insane n*ggas in Shibuya countin bands
If you f*ck around with bosses get yo body disimpaired
Told that b*tch I was Yakuza and that b*tch got scared
Rollin round with a pound and a price set on yo head
I'm a mafioso n*gga whippin Beamer, Bentley, Benz
[Bridge]
Before I go to sleep at night I pray that Buddha cleanse my sins
Wake up in the morning f*cking on a Japanese b*tch
Tits like a watermelon and she worshiping the di*k
[Hook]