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GEEK TIMË

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Lyricist : Noah Smith/Brady Tremblay/Primo Pepper/Javier Mercado/Wyndham Srenaski

Composer : Noah Smith/Brady Tremblay/Primo Pepper/Javier Mercado/Wyndham Srenaski

[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 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 **** you fall? Hit ya arteries (Woo, woo)

How I stand tall? 'Cause I'm ballin', b***h (Woo, woo, woo)

How I fly high? 'Cause I ball, lil' b***h (Ball)

How the **** you died? Turn you into swiss (Woo)

[Refrain]

Frog eye, b***h (Wha'?), open wide, b***h (Uh)

You gon' fall off, you been compromised, b***h

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 out Four Seasons, **** 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

[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 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 **** you fall? Hit ya arteries (Woo, woo)

How I stand tall? 'Cause I'm ballin', b***h (Woo, woo, woo)

How I fly high? 'Cause I ball, lil' b***h (Ball)

How the **** you died? Turn you into swiss (Woo)

[Refrain]

Frog eye, b***h (Wha'?), open wide, b***h (Uh)

You gon' fall off, you been compromised, b***h

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 out Four Seasons, **** 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

[Outro]

(You ain't compared to us

You get bread, or what?)

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