GEEK TIMË Lyrics – Yeat

Read the full GEEK TIMË lyrics by Yeat along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Yeat’s music, you can also explore Count it up and Hundun, two other songs by Yeat.

[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)
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 drügs, 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 fu*k you fall? Hit ya arteries (Woo, woo)
How I stand tall? ‘Cause I’m balling, b!tch (Woo, woo, woo)
How I fly high? ‘Cause I ball, lil’ b!tch (Ball)
How the fu*k you died? Turn you into swiss (Woo)

[Refrain]
Frog eye, b!tch (Wha’?), open wide, b!tch (Uh)
You gon’ fall off, you been compromised, b!tch
Seen, seen ya flying off so far
Moon, compromise, I ain’t making room
No, you can’t see in, it’s all got tint
I don’t hit the five, I hit the ten
We stay out Four Seasons, fu*k the Wynn
Three little piggies, we coming in
You hand us scissors, we cut you thin
It’s back to back geek mode, on time again

[Break]
(You ain’t compared to us
You get bread, or what?)

[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)
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 drügs, 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 fu*k you fall? Hit ya arteries (Woo, woo)
How I stand tall? ‘Cause I’m balling, b!tch (Woo, woo, woo)
How I fly high? ‘Cause I ball, lil’ b!tch (Ball)
How the fu*k you died? Turn you into swiss (Woo)

[Refrain]
Frog eye, b!tch (Wha’?), open wide, b!tch (Uh)
You gon’ fall off, you been compromised, b!tch
Seen, seen ya flying off so far
Moon, compromise, I ain’t making room
No, you can’t see in, it’s all got tint
I don’t hit the five, I hit the ten
We stay out Four Seasons, fu*k the Wynn
Three little piggies, we coming in
You hand us scissors, we cut you thin
It’s back to back geek mode, on time again

[Outro]
You ain’t compared to us
You get bread, or what?