Peachtree (Interlude) (feat. Black Soprano Family)

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 even stole the small doggies 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?