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"GEEK TIMË" is a track by Yeat, from the album LYFESTYLE, released 18th October 2024. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Chorus] You ain't compared to us (Not with us) You get bread, or what? Worst off, yeah, we wanna see you worst off (Yeah) Are you mad? (Yes) Are you glad? (Yes) Know your diamonds off, diamonds off (Yes) I see dead people in my head (Dead) You ain't inside, we get ya trucked (Loo-ha-ha-ha) You ain't on our side, we get you flocked, uh Purse's name Chanel, punch mag Draco (Yeah-yeah) Trunk full of hunnids (Woo-woo) and some drugs, need some coke soon (Yeah, yeah-yeah) Yeah (Woo), we could call the priest (Chop) Who you gon' call? (Ha) Who you gon' call? Police, huh? (Yeah, how the—) Why thе fuck you fall? Hit ya arteries (Woo, woo) How I stand tall? 'Cause I'm ballin', bitch (Woo, woo, woo) How I fly high? 'Causе I'm ballin', bitch (Ball) How the fuck you die? Turn you into swiss (Woo) Frog eye, bitch (Wha'?), open wide, bitch (Uh) Know you gon' fall off, you been compromised, bitch Seen, seen ya' flyin' off so far Moon, compromise, I ain't makin' room (Eh) No, you can't see in, it's all got tint I don't hit the five, I hit the ten (Woo) We stay out Four Seasons, fuck the Wynn, yeah Three little piggies, we comin' in, uh You hand us scissors, we cut you thin, yeah (Phew) It's back to back geek mode, on time again (I'm geeked) You ain't compared to us (Uh) You get bread, or what? [Chorus] You ain't compared to us (Now what I said?) You get bread, or what? Worst off, yeah, we wanna see you worst off (Yeah) Are you mad? (Yes) Are you glad? (Yes) Know your diamonds off, diamonds off (Yes) I see dead people in my head (Dead) You ain't inside, we get ya trucked (Loo-ha-ha-ha) You ain't on our side, we get you flocked, uh Purse's name Chanel, punch mag Draco (Yeah-yeah) Trunk full of hunnids (Woo-woo), and some drugs, and some coke snow (Yeah, yeah-yeah) Yeah (Woo), we could call the priest (Chop) Who you gon' call? (Ha) Who you gon' call? Police, huh? (Yeah, how the—) Why the fuck you fall? Hit ya arteries (Woo, woo) How I stand tall? 'Cause I'm ballin', bitch (Woo, woo, woo) How I fly high? 'Cause I'm ballin', bitch (Ball) How the fuck you die? Turn you into swiss (Woo) Frog eye, bitch (Wha'?), open wide, bitch (Uh) Know you gon' fall off, you been compromised, bitch Seen, seen ya' flyin' off so far Moon, compromise, I ain't makin' room (Eh) No, you can't see in, it's all got tint I don't hit the five, I hit the ten (Woo) We stay out Four Seasons, fuck the Wynn, yeah Three little piggies, we comin' in, uh (Phew) You hand us scissors, we cut you thin, yeah It's back to back geek mode, on time again (I'm geeked) You ain't compared to us (Uh) You get bread, or what?
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