Ramen (feat. Xavier)
Bitch, you basic top ramen Don't compare cause you common
I see you stare, you fallin' For my lyrical sensation, I get it, bruh
With the homies, and we pour it up It's the life we live, we can't get enough
And as soon as I hit the stand in the 831 I'm the motherfuckin' man with the plan
Goddamn, something you don't understand Cause where you from, it's so black and gray
Over here, it's lookin' like confetti We so diverse, it's a big ass party
Now give me your purse, cause I'm hella hungry, nah I'm sayin
Really though I'm going super saiyan, now I'm playin Without the blonde hair, life ain't fair
But I don't care, cause I'm still havin' fun Still goin' dumb unlike you with that snobby
Ass attitude Chewin' on some gum, full of yourself
Thinking you the whole pie, nah bitch You just a itty bitty crumb, you see
I could be quick to put you in your place With your basic ass face, but it would be
A disgrace To waste my time with someone who could be
Easily replaced, you hoes Nah, for real though
If you wanna feel yourself, then feel yourself I'm not tryna bring down your self-esteem
Or nothing like that Hell nah
We just got a problem with people whose ego is Too damn high for their own good
Feeling like they're better than everybody else When they're not, cause in reality
Bitch, you basic top ramen Don't compare, cause you common
I see you stare, you fallin' For my lyrical sensation, I get it bruh
With the homies, and we pour it up It's the life we live, we can't get enough
And as soon as I hit the sand in the 8-3-1 I'm the motherfuckin' man with the plan
God damn, mixing it up like a pasta bowl It ain't impossible, we grind it out like dough
Rollin' it up, we twist up, rotini We licking it closed a little tongue linguine
Always stuffin' their mouth like a tortellini Ass flatter than flat, like some fettuccine
Lying on their head about shaggin' millionaires They shoulda guessed we more impressed by their
Thinning angel hairs And I'm only knowing this because Alfredo seen plenty
He be doing fancy things stirring up with penny
He wasn't the ravioli one that got a feelin'
My brother Cappelletti was getting a little
Tip in and the homie rigatoni was calling up their bologna
He's telling me their phony supposedly never lonely
She low-key, chubby like a Gnocchi
So she don't need high heat or a coating bland hoe
Bitch, you basic top ramen Don't compare, cause you common
I see you stare, you fallin' Bitch, you basic top ramen
I see you stare, you fallin' For my lyrical sensation, I get it, bruh
With the homies, and we pour it up It's the life we live, we can't get enough
And as soon as I hit the stand in the 831 I'm the motherfuckin' man with the plan
Goddamn, something you don't understand Cause where you from, it's so black and gray
Over here, it's lookin' like confetti We so diverse, it's a big ass party
Now give me your purse, cause I'm hella hungry, nah I'm sayin
Really though I'm going super saiyan, now I'm playin Without the blonde hair, life ain't fair
But I don't care, cause I'm still havin' fun Still goin' dumb unlike you with that snobby
Ass attitude Chewin' on some gum, full of yourself
Thinking you the whole pie, nah bitch You just a itty bitty crumb, you see
I could be quick to put you in your place With your basic ass face, but it would be
A disgrace To waste my time with someone who could be
Easily replaced, you hoes Nah, for real though
If you wanna feel yourself, then feel yourself I'm not tryna bring down your self-esteem
Or nothing like that Hell nah
We just got a problem with people whose ego is Too damn high for their own good
Feeling like they're better than everybody else When they're not, cause in reality
Bitch, you basic top ramen Don't compare, cause you common
I see you stare, you fallin' For my lyrical sensation, I get it bruh
With the homies, and we pour it up It's the life we live, we can't get enough
And as soon as I hit the sand in the 8-3-1 I'm the motherfuckin' man with the plan
God damn, mixing it up like a pasta bowl It ain't impossible, we grind it out like dough
Rollin' it up, we twist up, rotini We licking it closed a little tongue linguine
Always stuffin' their mouth like a tortellini Ass flatter than flat, like some fettuccine
Lying on their head about shaggin' millionaires They shoulda guessed we more impressed by their
Thinning angel hairs And I'm only knowing this because Alfredo seen plenty
He be doing fancy things stirring up with penny
He wasn't the ravioli one that got a feelin'
My brother Cappelletti was getting a little
Tip in and the homie rigatoni was calling up their bologna
He's telling me their phony supposedly never lonely
She low-key, chubby like a Gnocchi
So she don't need high heat or a coating bland hoe
Bitch, you basic top ramen Don't compare, cause you common
I see you stare, you fallin' Bitch, you basic top ramen
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Writer(s): Alyssa Dawson
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