Heatwave (feat. 6LACK)

Run, run, run
You better run, run, run
Like a demon chasin' you
Run, run till your face is blue
Run, run

Run, run
You better run, run, run
Like a demon chasin' you
Run, run till your face is blue
Run, run

For your momma's sake
Run, run

Long summer, long summer, long summer
Long summer, it's gon' be a heatwave
A long summer

Hot summer, our winter's like summer (yeah, yeah)
Long summer, long summer, long summer
Long summer, it's gon' be a heatwave
A long summer

In our winter, they killin' niggas
See it as you see it in your skin boy (yeah)
And they clips got the chips boy (yeah)
They got that heat on they hip, yeah (yeah)
And they can't wait to let it rip boy (yeah)

Yeah, okay
I ain't tryna die on this beautiful day
I couldn't stand the thought of not seeing your beautiful face
So I'ma run like, I've been running the streets right
I mean, run like I just missed the streetlights
I fall flat like I'm trying out for track
'Cause they beat a nigga blue just for loving that he black

My advice is, run like Obama
'Fore they catch you like osama
Better, run like the notes
'Fore they catch you like a cody

Got that heater on his hip, yeah
He evil so he might just let it rip, yeah
And I know how to hold nobody shit, yeah
So why the fuck the cop is on my dick?

Yeah, be clear
It's gon' be a long, long summer
Tomorrow's never promised and I sometimes really wonder
When they tell me: Keep the peace do they mean click-clack?
I know we're looking forward but I gotta watch my back

Run, ooh, ooh, run
Ooh, ooh

You, you, you better run
You, ooh, ooh

Long summer, long summer, long summer
Long summer, it's gon' be a heatwave
A long summer (you better, run, run, run, run, oh)

Hot summer, our winter's like summer (yeah, yeah)
Long summer, long summer
Long summer (oh, make it home 'fore you momma, ooh)
Long summer, it's gon' be a heatwave
A long summer

In our winter, they killin' niggas
He got that heater on his hip
Clip that's what this is
He don't shoot your knees, click-clack, click-click

Got that heater on his hip
Clip that's what this is
He don't shoot your knees, click, clack

He got that heater on his hip
Clip that's what this is
We don't shoot your knees, click-clack, click-click

Got that heater on his hip
Who gonna be crying?
Your momma or mine?
Your momma or mine?

See it as you see it in your skin boy
And they clips got the chips boy
They got that heat on they hip, yeah
And they can't wait to let it rip boy