Wheat.

(Yuh)
(I'm getting bread)
Aye

[Hook]
Top of the game I'm out in the Andes
My drip is on Baudelaire lookin real dandy
I'm moving discretely I go where you can't be
I'm stacking the bread in my pantry
And I ain't no vegan I'm stacking my pita
And you tryna hate you might just get beat up
I been getting busy and stacking my wheat up
Just talked to my money we having a meet up
And I'm out in Prague I jump out the window
I'm getting my bread you a Bimbo
I'm ducking the haters like I'm playing limbo
I'm finna blow up like I'm driving a Pinto
Bags of bread I get to the loaf
I married the money I'm tryna elope
Got an all whitе fit I feel like the pope
And you with my x you look likе the slope

[Verse]
Et je fais mon bread je veux mes baguettes
Ta musique est trash il faut que t'arrêtes
Pour dropper le tape je suis en charrette
Et j'ai pécho ta meuf dans mes petites sandalettes
Et je veux le fric je veux le guala
Et chuis dans le trinket je fais du pala
On faisait la teuf et tu n'étais pas là
Et il veut un feat je l'ai dit inshallah
Et je fais du handball je suis à l'aile
Tu me gênes je parle toujours pas de l'allèle
On est colinéaires jamais parallèle
Et la glace sur mon cou faut pas que ça gèle
Au dessus de la game je suis au Népal
Tu n'as pas de drip comme la mer d'Aral
Je tire et je score comme FC Ахал
Les haters sont vénère ils râlent
Yuh
[Verse 2]
I'm top of the game I'm out in Tibet
And bro I'm the best I'm willing to bet
I'm shooting my shot and it's nothing but net
I'm shooting my shot Gavrillo Princip
I'm rocking Dagoblins just look at the drip
And I'm headed to Holland taking a trip
You know that I ball with my shoes tied I cannot trip
Yuh
And I just booked a hater a flight out to Bodrum
And he wanted beef that boy is like so dumb
I hack in I cut off your modem
I hack in I cut off the system
And I cannot crack no I am not wisdom
My haters they left I'm starting to miss them
And shoutout to Bladee I'm playing the victim

[Hook]:
Top of the game I'm out in the Andes
My drip is on Baudelaire lookin real dandy
I'm moving discretely I go where you can't be
Im stacking the bread in my pantry
And I ain't no vegan I'm stacking my pita
And you tryna hate you might just get beat up
I been getting busy and stacking my wheat up
Just talked to my money we having a meet up
And I'm out in Prague I jump out the window
I'm getting my bread you a Bimbo
I'm ducking the haters like I'm playing limbo
I'm finna blow up like I'm driving a Pinto
Bags of bread I get to the loaf
I married the money I'm tryna elope
Got an all white fit I feel like the pope
And you with my x you look like the slope