Peachtree (Interlude) Testo

Butch, I'm not gonna hold you and I'm dead serious
I know it's hot outside, but I think this heat is getting to nigga's heads
Because why is these niggas outside with crop tops on?
Like, this shit is getting a little bit too far
We let them have the hookahs, we let them have the man purse
Shit, we even let them have each other
You know y'all nigga love calling each other "my heart" and "my love" nowadays
Y'all can have it, but can we keep our crop tops?
Y'all really taking it too far
Like, this shit has got to stop, like
Y'all even stole the small doggies from us
Niggas is running around with the little, mini, fake, ugly Frenchies
Why y'all not walking around with Rottweilers no more and pit bulls?
Bring real nigga back, you heard?
This summer, we need to bring real nigga up, turn this shit up
Summertime Butch

Butch, I'm not gonna hold you, I'm putting the pressure on you
I need you to make an anthem and bring the real nigga back, you heard?