TAILOR SWIF LYRICS – A$AP ROCKY

Read the full Tailor Swif lyrics by A Rocky along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
Hitkidd, what it do, man?

[Verse 1]
Shoot my shot, got her wet (Hoo)
Bet that’s all net, girl, that’s wetty
Ready, gave me all neck, I’ll be heading, ready
Might just sign my ex-girl, on Malcolm and Eddie, already
Your ass might just go and get upset, don’t be petty, already
Smoke sess, so you stressed, boy, that’s Reggie, a ready
Got cadets in my set, who up next? Boy, they ready
She want s*x, I profess my finesse (Hoo), who wetty
[Bridge]
For the punk s*it, for the funk s*it
For the thug s*it, for the “Go dumb” s*it
Get your gun s*it (Gun s*it), who got the funk s*it? (Got the funk s*it)
Fu*k up the function (Function), who with the dumb s*it? (Dumb s*it)
“Don’t give a fu*k” s*it (“Don’t give a fu*k” s*it)

[Verse 2]
Eating lamb chops on the block when we was broke (We was broke)
Even when I was poor, I was out here eating goats (Eating goats)
Mary had a lil’ lamb, but my momma need a coat
Yeah, I had a Shirlan and a Gucci link at four years old (Ahh; yeah)

[Chorus]
(A stick-up, stick-up kid; ah)
I’m too swift, don’t tell Taylor ’bout this s*it (Yeah, a stick-up kid)
I’m too swift (Yeah, yeah), now don’t tell Taylor ’bout this s*it (Yeah, wetty, wetty)
Go to my tailor, got me dripped like (Yeah, wetty, wetty)
Go to my tailor (Wetty, wetty), got me dripped up than a b!tch (Yeah, wetty, wetty)
(A stick-up, stick-up kid)
I’m too swift, don’t tell Taylor ’bout this s*it (Yeah, a stick-up kid; yeah, wetty, wetty)
I’m too swift, don’t tell Taylor ’bout that (Yeah; wetty, wetty)
Go to my tailor (Wetty, wetty), got me dripped up in the pit (Yeah, wetty, wetty)
I’m too swift, don’t tell Taylor ’bout this sh— (Yeah; wetty, we—)

[Verse 3]
Was a stick-up kid, imagine all the s*it I did, yeah
Violent, I was just a kid, I just fu*ked this feminist, yeah
Shawty, I ain’t feminine, why don’t you give my d!ck a kiss?, yeah
She tryna give my d!ck a kid, riding on my strip again, yeah
Hiding through my window tint, hit a lick again, yeah
Got these n!ggas sick again, hit a lick again, yeah
We gon’ freak, we gon’ freak, we gon’ hold on, yeah
She on me, she on me, she on gold, yeah, uh (She on gold, uh)
She on green, she on green, she on go, uh (She on go, uh)
I’m too G, she agree I’m a GOAT (GOAT)
Gotta keep a low prof’
Shawty might give me throat, bro
Choking on me, no throat cold
Tricking on me, you hoes broke, yeah

[Chorus]
(A stick-up, stick-up kid; ah)
I’m too swift, don’t tell Taylor ’bout this s*it (Yeah, a stick-up kid)
I’m too swift (Yeah, yeah), now don’t tell Taylor ’bout this s*it (Yeah, wetty, wetty)
Go to my tailor, got me dripped like (Yeah, wetty, wetty)
Go to my tailor (Wetty, wetty), got me dripped up than a b!tch (Yeah, wetty, wetty)
(A stick-up, stick-up kid)
I’m too swift, don’t tell Taylor ’bout this s*it (Yeah, a stick-up kid; yeah, wetty, wetty)
I’m too swift, don’t tell Taylor ’bout that (Yeah; wetty, wetty)
Go to my tailor (Wetty, wetty), got me dripped up in the pit (Yeah, wetty, wetty)
I’m too swift, don’t tell Taylor ’bout this sh— (Wetty, we—)