Peachtree (Interlude) lyrics

[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 n*ggas heads
Because why is these n*ggas outside with crop tops on?
Like, this sh*t is gettin' a little bit too far
We let them have the hookah's, we let them have the man purse
sh*t, we even let them have each other
You know, y'all n*ggas 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 sh*t has got to stop, like
Y'all еven stole the small doggiеs from us
n*ggas is runnin' 'round with the lil' mini fake ugly Frenchies
Why y'all not walkin' around with Rottweilers no more?
And Pitbulls, bring real n*ggas back, you heard?
This summer we need to bring real n*ggas up
Turn this sh*t 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 n*ggas back
You heard?