Young Biscotti - Doug Flutie lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Biscotti] Doug Flutie, shout my dude Dougie McBuckets getting paper halloumi That's cheddar money he's shooting My dude, mind over matter, but I've got an overflow of the latter Got money on my mind, dollars turn to grey matter Mind designed by NASA, sculpted out of alabaster Built to withstand and master all natural disasters Your whole family uncultured, unlike my bu*ter Cranberry and thyme on rye That's my dinner You're a dinner for vultures Vulgar spitting while I'm splitting octopus fusilli With the bone marrow sauce Peep the ice encrusted watch My wrist been bit by the frost Cooler than Common, colder than the common cold My rhymes deeper than the bottom of the ocean floor They know I'm sweet, f**ing call me Jr. Baklava Constantly keeping your breath fresh like a lozenge My flow smoother than a baby's bottom Shout the baby nephew, learning to stay on his feet Your crib the biggest venue, but my rhymes ain't put him to sleep Young Biscotti, they know I go good with coffee My taste in footwear f**ing umami. Savory shoes She like the way I taste, call me savory Hsu I put these haters on a roast like a corn on the cob Because my mixtape f**ing fire like your man from his job [Verse 2: Joe Dubz] Don't misunderestimate Cause this sh** ain't bush league Yes we can! Don't y'all f**ers shush me You want a piece of this? Nah you can't afford it man Rocking concord on the court Flying air jordan Sipping San Pelligrino Smoking cubans Rings in the air causing visual distortions My vocabulary leaves you shell shocked Like a myriad my raiding radicals, unlocked Like a blue shell I'm heading straight for the top The number one, I'm gunning for your number son! Y'all just wet the bed, I'm a f**ing talking nightmare Why you trying to act tough when we know you hiding from the jump scares I'm haunting these hopeless homies Disappearing like a hood Houdini Hoodini, I'm so far ahead y'all can't even see me Ahead of the game like I'm about to overlap ya Out here scratching your heads like who's this JoeDubz rapper? They describe me dapper, smooth and suave I'm exploding out the scene like a molotov I leave a trail of fire cause that's what I'm spitting If you can't stand the heat then head out the kitchen The pen is envy But y'all done got penis envy Are you picking up what I'm putting down? Nah it's too heavy for ya'll lightweights Adhesively tearing this landscape Featuring on Young biscotti's mixtape