LYRICS
作曲 : Rakim Mayers
[Refrain]
Beatin' in your door, you would've thought we was a SWAT team
Beatin' in your door, you would've thought we was a SWAT team
[Verse 1]
Look, you fine ass hell to me
If fallin' in love with you was a crime, I'd take that felony
Shit, I'd do it centuries, shit, I'll be home eventually (Shit)
You was there when the judge said, "Not guilty," it ain't no jail for me
Took you home and took off all that YSL for me
Your new boo sayin', "Would you rock Chanel for me?"
You look so good, no make up, did you paint your nails for me?
Might need a lobster breaker, need you out your shell for me
So be yourself for me, what's on your mind? Tell it to me
Break out of your leaves, uh, and follow my lead, yeah
I'm dottin' my I's, uh, I'm crossin' my T's
I'm out my mind, my heart on my sleeve (Sleeve)
Swat like the fly, SWAT like the team (Open up)
Steppin' and I'm steppin', now I'm steppin' on shit until I smash it
Tried to tell 'em dummies, "Don't be dumb," they went out crashin' (Went out crashin')
Man, I'm high as ****, they can see it my eyes
My Ray-Ban glasses (Black), is black as shit (As shit)
I'm 'bout to drop a mother****in' classic (Classic), with the shit
[Chorus]
You ain't even 'bout that mother****in' action, with the shit
You ain't 'bout that mother****in' action, with the shit
You know it's all the time for the mother****in' action, with the shit
Like five pair of jeans, mother****in' fashion (Hmm), with the shit
[Verse 2]
I aim at you rookies for talkin' in practice (Practice)
Put on a lock and then clap it, I'm Amazon, drop off a package (Package)
"Who did it the longest and got it the fastest?"
Look at the charts and the status
Not for the cash or the braggin', for the love of the craft and the passion
And let's get right back to the swaggin' (Swaggin')
Had to go grab me a Patek (Patek)
Had to go empty the archive
Had to go back to the attic (Yeah)
See, I ain't even stunt in a long time (Long)
Takin' 'em back to Manhattan (Yeah)
One hundred and sixty, [?]
The [?], I'm 'bout to change my addy
[Bridge]
Kickin' in your door, you would've thought we was a SWAT team
Niggas bit the flow, they **** around and bought a copy
Girl, you know you wrong, knock down your floor and leave you knock kneed
Flush it down the toilet, that shit gone, I hear 'em knocking
[Refrain]
Beatin' in your door, you would've thought we was a SWAT team (Yo)
Beatin' in your door, you would've thought we was a SWAT team (All day, yo)
Beatin' in your door, you would've thought we was a SWAT team (Woo)
Beatin' in your door, you would've thought we was a SWAT team (Yo)
[Verse 3]
Chase 'em out the projects (Chase that nigga)
We might tap his wallet (Run your shit)
We might run his pockets (Yo, all day)
Yeah, we A$AP Mobbin' (All day)
Always strive and prosper
Yeah, we rich-ass robbers (Yo)
Leather like a Pelle Pelle (Pelle), straight from Marc Buchanan
Yeah, I got a whole lotta children, but I'm not Nick Cannon
I was overseas, out in Japan, money pink like salmon
Pink bandanna, pink Range Rover, shit, I look like Cam'ron
Pinks and fire, this might get me canceled, pink, like I beat cancer (Shit)
I just left Barbados with my fan, watchin' RiRi tannin' (Shit)
[Chorus]
You ain't even 'bout that mother****in' action, with the shit
You ain't even 'bout that mother****in' action, with the shit
You know it's all the time for the mother****in' action, with the shit
Like five pair of jeans, mother****in' fashion, with the shit