Burning (is this a Swiftabeat?)

Burning

Sweet one, she know she mine though

But it's kind of sticky 'cause we up in different time zones

Look, sticky-icky made my mind blow

Bro been sick, and so I tell him, go and drive slow

Baby, we can cool off for a little bit

Nine out of ten, we'll do our minds off for the thrill of it

Gang in the back just kickin' it

Anybody act soft, put a ching in it

Every time she call, I be on the bloody phone

I ain't got time for talk, but she blow the dog and bone

She don't give me a minute, yeah, I wanna get up in it

But she gotta understand that I'm tryna make that dough

Long distance, we be f**n' overseas

Busting out the FaceTime, got her flickin' on the bean

Meanwhile, gang got me croppin' up the cream

Choppin' up the buds, the biggest I've ever seen

It's different when the love is distant

So many gal, I gotta be resistant

How I'm gonna cope? I cannot even kiss them

Showing up, I wanna ice wrist them

I step on the floor and everybody wanna know

Yeah, I run the dough, I got the plug, I got the blow

You looking for a sword, then you know I run the show

Anything you want if you got the proper dough

Sweet one, she know she mine though

But it's kind of sticky 'cause we up in different time zones

Look, sticky-icky made my mind blow

Bro been sick, and so I tell him, go and drive slow

Baby, we can cool off for a little bit

Nine out of ten, we'll do our minds off for the thrill of it

Gang in the back just kickin' it

Anybody act soft, put a ching in it

Look, who she think she is?

Silly little girl, go and take your vitamins

Get a jimmy cook, slap it for a little bit

Sweet like candy, bitter like liquorice

And he finna do my liver in

Bro, don't finish him

Don't blame us, it's just the world we're livin' in

Young and dumb, but have me put the rich in it

Look, let's go, let's go

How many times have I changed up the flow?

How many times have I changed up my ho?

If she can't do her job, then she defo gotta go

Oh gosh, bitches hear my voice, I think I'm posh

I ain't got no time, I'm busy running to the dosh

That's the paper, hating not a thing, see you later

How she end up on my radar?

Sweet one, she know she mine though

But it's kind of sticky 'cause we up in different time zones

Look, sticky-icky made my mind blow

Bro been sick, and so I tell him, go and drive slow

Baby, we can cool off for a little bit

Nine out of ten, we'll do our minds off for the thrill of it

Gang in the back just kickin' it

Anybody act soft, put a ching in it