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)
Are your diamonds off, diamonds off? (Yes)
I see dead people in my head (dead)
You ain't inside, we get ya chopped (loo-ha-ha-ha)
You ain't on our side, we get you flopped, uh
Hers bag Chanel (woo-woo), punch mag Draco (yeah-yeah)
Trunk full of hunnids (woo-woo), and some drugs, it's a coke-soon (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah (woo), we could call the priest (chop)
Who you gon' call? (Ha) You gon' call, police, huh? (Yeah, how the-)
Why the f*ck 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 ball, lil' bitch (ball)
How the f*ck you died? Turn you into swiss (woo)
Frog eye, bitch (wha'?)
Open wide, bitch (uh)
Where you gon' fall off, you been compromised, bitch
Seen, seen ya flyin' off so far
Moon, compromise, I ain't makin' room
No, you can't see in, it's all got tint
I don't hit the five, I hit the ten
We stay at Four Seasons, f*ck the Wynn
Three little piggies, we comin' in
You hand us scissors, we cut you thin
It's back to back geek mode, on time again
You ain't compared to us, uh
You get bread, or what?
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)
Are your diamonds off, diamonds off? (Yes)
I see dead people in my head (dead)
You ain't inside, we get ya chopped (loo-ha-ha-ha)
You ain't on our side, we get you flopped, uh
Hers bag Chanel (woo-woo), punch mag Draco (yeah-yeah)
Trunk full of hunnids (woo-woo), and some drugs, it's a coke-soon (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah (woo), we could call the priest (chop)
Who you gon' call? (Ha) You gon' call, police, huh? (Yeah, how the-)
Why the f*ck 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 ball, lil' bitch (ball)
How the f*ck you died? Turn you into swiss (woo)
Frog eye, bitch (wha'?), Open wide, bitch (uh)
Where you gon' fall off, you been compromised, bitch
Seen, seen ya flyin' off so far
Moon, compromise, I ain't makin' room
No, you can't see in, it's all got tint
I don't hit the five, I hit the ten
We stay at Four Seasons, f*ck the Wynn
Three little piggies, we comin' in
You hand us scissors, we cut you thin
It's back to back geek mode, on time again
You ain't compared to us, uh
You get bread, or what?
Yeat - GEEK TIMË Lyrics
Yeat - GEEK TIMË Lyrics
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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)
Are your diamonds off, diamonds off? (Yes)
I see dead people in my head (dead)
You ain't inside, we get ya chopped (loo-ha-ha-ha)
You ain't on our side, we get you flopped, uh
Hers bag Chanel (woo-woo), punch mag Draco (yeah-yeah)
Trunk full of hunnids (woo-woo), and some drugs, it's a coke-soon (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah (woo), we could call the priest (chop)
Who you gon' call? (Ha) You gon' call, police, huh? (Yeah, how the-)
Why the f*ck 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 ball, lil' bitch (ball)
How the f*ck you died? Turn you into swiss (woo)
Frog eye, bitch (wha'?)
Open wide, bitch (uh)
Where you gon' fall off, you been compromised, bitch
Seen, seen ya flyin' off so far
Moon, compromise, I ain't makin' room
No, you can't see in, it's all got tint
I don't hit the five, I hit the ten
We stay at Four Seasons, f*ck the Wynn
Three little piggies, we comin' in
You hand us scissors, we cut you thin
It's back to back geek mode, on time again
You ain't compared to us, uh
You get bread, or what?
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)
Are your diamonds off, diamonds off? (Yes)
I see dead people in my head (dead)
You ain't inside, we get ya chopped (loo-ha-ha-ha)
You ain't on our side, we get you flopped, uh
Hers bag Chanel (woo-woo), punch mag Draco (yeah-yeah)
Trunk full of hunnids (woo-woo), and some drugs, it's a coke-soon (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah (woo), we could call the priest (chop)
Who you gon' call? (Ha) You gon' call, police, huh? (Yeah, how the-)
Why the f*ck 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 ball, lil' bitch (ball)
How the f*ck you died? Turn you into swiss (woo)
Frog eye, bitch (wha'?), Open wide, bitch (uh)
Where you gon' fall off, you been compromised, bitch
Seen, seen ya flyin' off so far
Moon, compromise, I ain't makin' room
No, you can't see in, it's all got tint
I don't hit the five, I hit the ten
We stay at Four Seasons, f*ck the Wynn
Three little piggies, we comin' in
You hand us scissors, we cut you thin
It's back to back geek mode, on time again
You ain't compared to us, uh
You get bread, or what?
You get bread, or what?
Worst off, yeah, we wanna see you worst off (yeah)
Are you mad? (Yes) Are you glad? (Yes)
Are your diamonds off, diamonds off? (Yes)
I see dead people in my head (dead)
You ain't inside, we get ya chopped (loo-ha-ha-ha)
You ain't on our side, we get you flopped, uh
Hers bag Chanel (woo-woo), punch mag Draco (yeah-yeah)
Trunk full of hunnids (woo-woo), and some drugs, it's a coke-soon (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah (woo), we could call the priest (chop)
Who you gon' call? (Ha) You gon' call, police, huh? (Yeah, how the-)
Why the f*ck 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 ball, lil' bitch (ball)
How the f*ck you died? Turn you into swiss (woo)
Frog eye, bitch (wha'?)
Open wide, bitch (uh)
Where you gon' fall off, you been compromised, bitch
Seen, seen ya flyin' off so far
Moon, compromise, I ain't makin' room
No, you can't see in, it's all got tint
I don't hit the five, I hit the ten
We stay at Four Seasons, f*ck the Wynn
Three little piggies, we comin' in
You hand us scissors, we cut you thin
It's back to back geek mode, on time again
You ain't compared to us, uh
You get bread, or what?
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)
Are your diamonds off, diamonds off? (Yes)
I see dead people in my head (dead)
You ain't inside, we get ya chopped (loo-ha-ha-ha)
You ain't on our side, we get you flopped, uh
Hers bag Chanel (woo-woo), punch mag Draco (yeah-yeah)
Trunk full of hunnids (woo-woo), and some drugs, it's a coke-soon (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah (woo), we could call the priest (chop)
Who you gon' call? (Ha) You gon' call, police, huh? (Yeah, how the-)
Why the f*ck 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 ball, lil' bitch (ball)
How the f*ck you died? Turn you into swiss (woo)
Frog eye, bitch (wha'?), Open wide, bitch (uh)
Where you gon' fall off, you been compromised, bitch
Seen, seen ya flyin' off so far
Moon, compromise, I ain't makin' room
No, you can't see in, it's all got tint
I don't hit the five, I hit the ten
We stay at Four Seasons, f*ck the Wynn
Three little piggies, we comin' in
You hand us scissors, we cut you thin
It's back to back geek mode, on time again
You ain't compared to us, uh
You get bread, or what?
Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Wyndham Srenaski, Primo Pepper, Javier Mercado, Brady Tremblay
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Performed By: Yeat
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Noah Oliver Smith, Wyndham Srenaski, Primo Pepper, Javier Mercado, Brady Tremblay