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 bе fuckin' overseas Busting out the FacеTime, 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 up 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 Burning Burning Burning Burning