Heatwave (feat. 6LACK)

Run, run, run You better run, run, run like a demon chasin' you Run, run 'til your face is blue Run, run Run, run You better run, run, run like a demon chasin' you Run, run 'til 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 Oooh, 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