Drillbob Techpants Lyrics

If they tell me to git'em, I got 'em

In the house like I'm Hilary Rodham

Pull up if it's really a problem

Drill 'em and leave 'em in Bikini Bottom

Pockets is fat like Patrick

Make that boy disappear like a hat trick

I don't give a fuck if she a catfish

Still beat it up at the edge of the mattress

Break it, crack it

Bruce Wayne, I go batshit

Hussein wit the action

I'm 2Chainz wit the fashion

Spoke on my son, now he rotting in hell

Gang really deep like the bottom of wells

Woulda let that boy live, but he prolly would tell

Hit that boy with the sickle like Zasalamel

Seeing me win, he must be mad

He really my son, so I must be dad

He ain't got no ice, his wrist is bland

And his bitch is fried, Krusty Krab

Dumpin, it's nothin'

Up it in public

She gimme head--concussion

then I take her to bed and stuff it

I make a movie, no YouTube

Thick in the hips like MewTwo

I leave the crib with the deuce-deuce

Double tap--Doot Doot

I'm really upfront

Wassup? My city go up

It's stuck, don't test your luck

Are you dumb??? Leave you slumped

The FUCK