Heatwave (feat. 6LACK) [Acoustic]

(Run, run, run)

You better run, run, run like a demon chasing

Run, run till your face is blue

Run, run, run, run

You better run, run, run like a demon chasing

Run, run till your face is blue

Run, run for your mama's sake

Long summer, long summer, long summer, long summer

It's gon' be a heatwave, long summer

All summer, all winters like summer

Long summer, long summer, yeah, long summer, long summer

It's gon' be a heatwave, long summer and all winter

They killin' ****

See they see sin in your skin, yeah

And their clips got the shits, yeah

They got that heat on their hip, yeah

And they can't wait to let it rip, no, no

See they see sin in your skin, yeah

And their clips got the shits, boy

They got that heat on their hip, yeah

And they can't wait to let it rip, no, no

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 been running the streets, right

I mean run like I just missed the streetlight

I fall flat like I'm tryna out for track

'Cause they beat a **** blue just for lovin' that he black

My advice is run like Obama 'fore they catch you like Osama

Better run like a nose 'fore they catch you like a cold

He got that heater on his hip, yeah

He evil so he might just let it rip, yeah

(And I know I don't owe nobody shit, yeah)

(So, why the fuck the coppers on my dick? Yeah, be clear)

It's gon' be a long, long summer

Tomorrow's never promised and sometimes I really wonder

When they tell me keep the peace, do that mean click-clack?

I know we lookin' forward but I gotta watch my back

(Run, run, run)

(Run, run, run)

Long summer, long summer, long summer, long summer

It's gon' be a heatwave, long summer

All summer, all winter's like summer

Long summer, long summer, yeah, long summer, long summer

And it's gon' be a heatwave, long summer and all winter, yeah

And he got that heater on his hip, clip is with the shits

He don't shoot to miss, click-clack, click-click

Got that heater on his hip, clip is with the shits

He don't shoot to miss, click-clack

And we got that heater on our hip

Clip is with the shits and we don't shoot to miss

Click-clack, click-click

Got that heater on my hip

Who's gonna be cryin'

Your mama or mine?

Your mama or mine?