GEEK TIMË Yeat
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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)
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 flocked, uh
Her's bag Chanel, 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 fuck you fall? Hit ya artеries (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 thе fuck you died? Turn you into swiss (Woo)
Frog eyes, bitch (Wha'?), open wide, bitch (Uh)
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
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 flocked, uh
Her's bag Chanel, 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 fuck you fall? Hit ya artеries (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 thе fuck you died? Turn you into swiss (Woo)
Frog eyes, bitch (Wha'?), open wide, bitch (Uh)
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
You ain't compared to us (Uh)
You get bread, or what?
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