Old Champagne The Boys (VR)

[Verse 1: Mully]
Those aren't peaches, bitch
Those are apples, bitch
And when I bag your mom, she on her gaggle, shit (Choking)
To hell with it
I'm hella rich!
But, if she ain't paying for dinner, then I'll smack the bitch!
Hippopotamus
My lunch is bottomless
Thirty on dinners while you staying profitless
It's off its tits
We never miss
I'm funding single moms who buy their kids chicken sausages

[Verse 2: Narrator]
Woah, Mully, easy there
Sorry about my friend everyone
He can be a little crazy sometimes
But, now, it's time for your favorite narrator
The wholesome boy, to bring it back to you
Got your girl giving head to the beat of the song
Slurping it down like tea, 'cause I'm Oolong (Ooh, long)
Spending this credit just like I'm IRO
Passion from fire, just like these lyrics I wrote
Everyone calls me wholesome, and while I agree
That's only one part that you know about me
From my guns to my jokes, I'm ready to strike
So, what if I actually rap something, like?
Haha! Ooh, fucking fuck Honey Bunches!
My pants are so full!