GEEK TIMË - Yeat (叶特)
Lyrics by：Noah Smith/Brady Tremblay/Primo Pepper/Javier Mercado/Wyndham Srenaski
Composed by：Noah Smith/Brady Tremblay/Primo Pepper/Javier Mercado/Wyndham Srenaski
Produced by：Synthetic/xbrvdy/Yateski/Primo
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 ***** 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 **** you fall
Hit ya arteries
Woo woo
How I stand tall
'Cause I'm ballin' *****
Woo woo woo
How I fly high
'Cause I ball lil' *****
Ball
How thе **** you died
Turn you into swiss
Woo
Frog eyes ***** wha' open wide *****
Uh
You gon' fall off you been compromised *****
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 **** 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 flopped uh
Hers bag Chanel punch mag Draco
Yeah-yeah
Trunk full of hunnids woo-woo and some ***** 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 **** you fall
Hit ya arteries
Woo woo
How I stand tall
'Cause I'm ballin' *****
Woo woo woo
How I fly high
'Cause I ball lil' *****
Ball
How the **** you died
Turn you into swiss
Woo
Frog eyes ***** wha' open wide *****
Uh
You gon' fall off you been compromised *****
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 **** 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
You ain't compared to us
Uh
You get bread or what
