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

Look, you fine as hell to me
If fallin' in love with you's a crime, I'll 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 me home and took off all that YSL for me
No new Bottega, would you rock Chanel for me?
You look so good, no makeup
Did you paint your nails for me?
Might need a lobster break, I need you out your shell for me
So be yourself for mе, what's on your mind? Tell it to me
Way out of your leaguе, so, and follow my lead, yeah
I'm dottin' my I's, uh, I'm crossin' my T's
I'm out of my mind, my heart on my sleeve (Sleeve)
Swat like a 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 them dummies, "Don't be dumb, "
They went out crashin' (Went out crashin')
Man, I'm high as fuck, they can see my eyes
My Ray-Ban glasses (Black)
It's black as shit, I'm 'bout to drop
A motherfuckin' classic (Classic)
With this shit

You ain't even 'bout that motherfuckin' action
With the shit
You ain't hear about the motherfuckin' action?
With the shit
You know it's on the time 'bout the motherfuckin' action
With the shit
Like five pair of jeans, the motherfuckin' fashion (Hmm)
With the shit

I aim at you rookies for talkin' in practice (Practice)
I gotta lock it and 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
Now let's get right back to that swaggin' (Swaggin')
Had to go grab me a Patek (Patek)
Had to go empty the archive
Had to go back in the attic (Yeah)
See, I ain't even stunt in a long time (Long)
It's takin' 'em back to Manhattan (Yeah)
116th and Morningside
The Boogie Down Bronx was my attic

Kickin' in your door
You would've thought we was a SWAT team
Niggas bit the flow, they fuck around and bought a copy
Girl, you know you wrong, knock down your walls
And leave you knock-kneed
Flush it down the toilet, that shit on, I hear 'em knocking

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-woo)
Beatin' in your door
You would've thought we was a SWAT team (Yo)

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 lot of children, but I'm not Nick Cannon
I was overseas, out in Japan, money pink like salmon
Pink bandana, pink Range Rover, shit, I look like Cam'ron
Pink sapphire, this might get me canceled
Pink, like I beat cancer (Shit)
I just left Barbados with my fam
Watchin' RiRi tannin' (Shit)

You ain't even 'bout that motherfuckin' action
With the shit
You ain't hear about the motherfuckin' action?
With the shit
You know it's on the time 'bout the motherfuckin' action
With the shit
Like five pair of jeans, the motherfuckin' fashion
With the shit