Letras
What you know about rarkin'?
What you know about rails in the mornin'?
What you know about anythin', boy?
Oh, you ain't goin' to sleep
Fuck goin' to sleep, I'm four days deep (on the rark)
Poppin' bottles, and I'm always causin' trouble (on the rark)
Been here before (on the rark)
And there's plenty more to come
Rodad, I was born in the rark
Got babes, got stacks, yeah, call me Tony Stark
Ten drinks deep, 'bout to fuck a sheep
Too busy rarkin', no time to sleep
Fourth day rark, Rodad in the buildin'
I'm in the rest home, fuck your nana while she quiltin'
Die for the chicken on that two—week bender
300 bitches that I matched on Tinder
Grab the crack, grab the coke
Grab the lightbulb, we 'bout to smoke
Chasin' dragons, stab the vain
Trippin' balls, no brain
Fuck goin' to sleep, I'm four days deep (on the rark)
Poppin' bottles, and I'm always causin' trouble (on the rark)
Been here before (on the rark)
And there's plenty more to come (on the rark)
I'm a prisoner to the rark
2 a.m. in Wangaz got me walkin' in the dark
Bitches holla at me 'cause they know I'm from Machete
Viagra in my drink, so you know I pack that semi
Better watch out when we park up the odyssey
Lads on tour (it's the rark, it's the cure)
Wake the fuck up, there's a pinga in your butt
'Cause we ain't slowin' up for some bitches and some sluts
We hittin' all the clubs, and they ain't even ready
Couple Cruisers, Wild Moose and a can of Spaghetti
Sober ain't an option when you ball with Mr. Martin (Mr. Martin)
Nothin' personal, we're just rarkin'
Smokin' grass (whoa), smokin' glass
Hope you're payin' attention, that's the end of the class
The wolf pack comin' out, so hide all your meat
Now go and ask your girl how she met Murder Beatz, yeah
Fuck goin' to sleep, I'm four days deep (on the rark)
Poppin' bottles, and I'm always causin' trouble (on the rark)