Peachtree (Interlude)

[Interlude] Butch', I'm not gonna hold you And I'm dead serious I know it's hot outside But I think this heat is gettin' to niggas heads Because why is these niggas outside with crop tops on? Like, this shit is gettin' a little bit too far We let them have the hookah's, we let them have the man purse Shit, we even let them have each other You know, y'all niggas love callin' each other "My heart" And "My love" nowadays, y'all can have it But can we keep our crop tops? Y'all really takin' it too far This shit has got to stop, like Y'all еven stole the small doggiеs from us Niggas is runnin' 'round with the lil' mini fake ugly Frenchies Why y'all not walkin' around with Rottweilers no more? And Pitbulls, bring real niggas back, you heard? This summer we need to bring real niggas up Turn this shit up Summertime Butch' Butch', I'm not gonna hold you, I'm puttin' the pressure on you I need you to make an anthem and bring the real niggas back You heard?