Yeat – GEEK TIMË Lyrics

GEEK TIMË

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"GEEK TIMË." - Yeat

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 04:36 am

Album: LYFESTYLE

Track No: 01

You ain't compared to us
You get bread, or what?
Worst off, yeah, we wanna see you worst off
Are you mad? Yes
Are you glad? Yes
Are yo' diamonds off, diamonds off? Yes
I see dead people in my head
You can come outside, we get you chopped
You ain't on our side, we get you flopped
Hers bag Chanel
Punch mag Draco, trunk full of hunnids and some drugs, need some coke soon
Yeah, we could call the priest
Who you gone call? You gon' call police
Why the fuck you fall? Hit ya arteries
How I stand tall? 'Cause I'm ballin', bitch
How I fly high? 'Cause I'm ballin', bitch
How the fuck you died? Turned into swiss
Frog eye bitch
Open wide, bitch
Know you gon' fall off, you been compromised, bitch
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 at Four Seasons, fuck the Wynn
Yeah, three little piggies, we coming in
You hand us scissors, we cut you thin
Yeah, it's back to back, geek mode on time again
You ain't compared to us
You get bread, or what?
You ain't compared to us
You get bread, or what?
Worst off, yeah, we wanna see you worst off
Are you mad? Yes
Are you glad? Yes
Are yo' diamonds off, diamonds off? Yes
I see dead people in my head
You can come outside, we get you chopped
You ain't on our side, we get you flopped
Hers bag Chanel
Punch mag Draco, trunk full of hunnids and some drugs, need some coke soon
Yeah, we could call the priest
Who you gon' call? You gone call police
Why the fuck you fall? Hit ya arteries
How I stand tall? 'Cause I'm ballin', bitch
How I fly high? 'Cause I'm ballin', bitch
How the fuck you died? Turned you into swiss
Frog eye bitch
Open wide, bitch
Know you gon' fall off, you been compromised, bitch
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 at Four Seasons, fuck the Wynn
Yeah, three little piggies, we coming in
You hand us scissors, we cut you thin
Yeah, it's back to back geek mode on time again
You ain't compared to us
You get bread, or what?

Writer(s): Noah Smith, Brady Tremblay, Primo Pepper, Javier Mercado & Wyndham Srenaski.

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