A$AP Rocky – Black Tux, White Collar Lyrics

Black Tux, White Collar

A$AP Rocky

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"Black Tux, White Collar." - A$AP Rocky

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 09:56 pm

Album: TESTING

Track No: 14

Know what I'm sayin'?
Get jealous of a **** and shit, tryna
Check it out, whole lot of jewelry
Tryna surpass me
(Mob ties, ****) Normal shit
Clams Casino, **** (Clams, motherfucker)
I don't do all that talkin', **** (A$AP)
Buh, buh, buh
A$AP, ****
The fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Meet me at the finish line, you dig? (Check it out)
Beep
I say motherf**** you **** for the hate that you investin'
Yeah
Fuck police 'cause he probably wanna arrest me
Check it out
Fuck the prison system, this injustice wasn't justified
Uh, slatt
All black tuxes get the white collars jealous like (White, what? Huh?)
All my role models either dead or in the pen
I had no choice to be the **** that I am
"Stuck with bros, stuck to code" say the emblem on the fender
Couple fans in the hood, I got no choice but to vent (Yeah, hey, yeah)
Goin' in front to back, at events, fuckin' packed
With the hits back to back, with the gas from the back
Gold on gold, platinum plaques, on the road after that
She on the pole, on a roll, make it clap, bring it back (Yeah, huh)
(Yo, whoa) Real bitches, where ya at? Real ****, where ya at?
(Whoa, whoa, whoa) Make a **** send a couple real ****, where you at though?
How could I not be negative when I don't trust my relatives? (Bitch)
**** want settlements and bitches want like seven kids
Fuck fake people, I'ma go ahead and address it
Fuck 'em
Fuck you too just because you never said it
Yeah
God hate evil, you just blowin' all your blessings (A$AP, you know what I'm sayin'?)
A$AP
Black tux, white collar, formal on the wedding (Check it out, check it out, yeah, yeah)
Time to divorce
Time to divorce
Line up the courts
Line up the courts
Tuxedo
Don't try to support them, uh
Don't try to support, uh
Know what I'm sayin'?
When it start to go off
A$AP, ****
Come fuck wit' your boy, uh
Yeah
Hold up
I'ma shine through it all
Shine and all
Takeoff, lightyear
Shootin' star
Beep
Shine and all
Beep
Shine and
All
Hold on
To the cathedral, tux like I'm married
Tux on like I'm married
Don't got a ring on, but it feel like I'm married (No funnin' ring on my finger)
No one married, we do
To the cathedral, tux like I'm married
Know when that ring involved, know that it married
Fuck views and opinions
I'm willin' to die, seemin' to shake off the image
But when I'm inside, pretending to smile
Feel the same high from the vengeance
I mean, I know we both grown, like who are we kiddin'?
Goodbye to the correct way
The picket fences, kids in the kitchen
Stuck in this world, I feel lost
I'm feelin' trapped in my thoughts
I don't know who to trust
Just got my word and my balls
This is hell in a hole
I know this the life that we chose
But lovin' the life that we livin'
We'll make it in the beginning
Savin' the tux
Savin' the tux for the end
Endin'

Writer(s): Rakim Mayers, Michael Volpe, Louis Bell, Hector Delgado, Kelvin J N Magnusen & Olufunmibi Aeoshiley.

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