Yeah Mob. Mob Yeah Yakuza sh** n***a. Trafficin them brick to Tokyo [Verse] Stay strapped like Yakuzas. 9mm, Uzis Choppin off these unloyal n***as fingers for the mula Tats all on my body n***a. 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**ing with the family from the door you gotta make a promise On some Samurai sh** 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**in samurai (x2) [Verse] 50 bricks in in Tokyo I be the man Choppin off you n***as fingers if you f**in wif the cash On some sh** that is not legal with my people in Japan 44 loaded. Shoot explosive hollows coming at yo head With some insane n***as in Shibuya countin bands If you f** around with bosses get yo body disimpaired Told that b**h I was Yakuza and that b**h got scared Rollin round with a pound and a price set on yo head I'm a mafioso n***a 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**ing on a Japanese b**h Tits like a watermelon and she worshiping the dick [Hook]