Ramen ft. xavier Lyrics

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