Sundress & Sandle Season (Interlude)

Ayo, Butch', it's hotter than fish grease outside, my boy

That means it's sundress and sandal season

But some of these shorties is nastier than jail food

You know the hoes I'm talkin' 'bout

The ones that be flyin' to Miami on Spirit with a buddy pass

And they be five-deep palled up in one room at a La Quinta Inn

Them hoes don't be havin' nothin' except for an ID and iPhone charger

But they done been to every brunch from Buffalo to Beverly Hills

All summer, makin' sure they get a flick in front of that grass wall

Every ninety-degree night has shorty in the club

Lace front smellin' like hookah, smokin' Newports

And had it in so long, it's startin' to look like a Tyler Perry wig

That's nasty work

She done came to the club with nothin' but fifteen bucks

And the tags still in that Fashion Nova fit

Hopin' them Griselda niggas pull her into their section

So she can take a boomerang on Benny to make her baby dad mad

Look we still got six weeks 'til fall

And Mr. Pyrex Man done told y'all already, everybody can't go

But don't worry 'cause Summertime Butch' is comin', nigga