Missing Subs ft. Lilyputt Lyrics

Anthem anthem

Put your fuckin' hands up

Put your fuckin' hands

If we coming then it's ransom

Anthem anthem

Put your fuckin' hands up

Put your fuckin' hands

If we coming then it's ransom

So make a wave

We getting paid

Baddest bitch up out the Chi

Tell me "How Sway?"

So make a wave

We getting paid

Baddest bitch up out the Chi

Tell me "How Sway?"

So make a wave

We getting paid

Baddest bitch up out the Chi

Tell me "How Sway?"

So make a wave

We getting paid

Baddest bitch up out the Chi

Tell me "How Sway?"

Now how a submarine gonna sink?

It look like a bean when it swam into my drink

I hate my own thoughts and I hate to really think

I hate wondering when next I gotta blink. (Now!)

I wonder if Celine Dion's gonna sing (James Cameron)

Titanic 2 bitch. RETURN OF THE KING (Peter Jackson)

Someone call BadLands and see he wanna drink (Chug that shit!)

Someone call my stepson and ask bout Blink (Where are you?)

182 thousand leagues below the sea (And I'm so sorry)

Shit is getting hard to see, it's getting hard to breathe

Pop out with Logitech, which one is R3?

Stick drift, we can't play, boy, like we are Carti

I hope they got they liquor, yeah

I hope they got they dollars

Y'all call me Victor

Money tall like Wenbanyama (He tall)

Mama stuck in the box also you can call it trauma

Assigned, locked, to the rocks, I became her runner.

Running plays, CP3, Chivo with the pull up (He bald)

Hall of fame, selling G, zips if you knew us

I found out what the truth was

Real quick selling to the stupids

Pack them in, Vienna sausage (Oh no)

Throw them in, now you lost it. (Oh no)

Uncertified, where's the logic

Want to see it? now you are it

Missing subs like my OnlyFans

No propeller, it was only fans

Too mush pressure, we can only last

Until we reach they ghostly hands

Pack them in, Vienna sausage (Oh no)

Throw them in, now you lost it. (Oh no)

Uncertified, where's the logic

Want to see it? now you are it

Missing subs like my OnlyFans

No propeller, it was only fans

Too mush pressure, we can only last

Until we reach they ghostly hands

Running circles round these niggas

Tell them bitches catch it up

He go deep sea like a submarine

Call him to mop it up

I throw bands like I throw hands

Bitches scared, ain't got no chance

I do whatever the fuck I want

Don't wanna hear no ifs or ands

Running circles round these niggas

Tell them bitches catch it up

He go deep sea like a submarine

Call him to mop it up

I throw bands like I throw hands

Bitches scared, ain't got no chance

I do whatever the fuck I want

Don't wanna hear no ifs or ands

Running circles round these niggas

Tell them bitches catch it up