conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Yea Hoe with the following description: Lil Uzi and Thugger collaborate for the third time; the duo goes back and forth discussing their successes in terms of money, jewelry, and cars. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Thugger, Uzi, brrt
  [Chorus: Young Thug]
  My lil' nigga popping at your brain like yea hoe
  My nigga we switch, won't do no same like hell no
  Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in yo face, you go
  If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe
  I be the richest, I be the richest
  I got an ole bad bitch and she my Mrs
  I want to kiss it, I want to lick it
  I want to bend that muhfucker over and let's get it
  [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Okay I might pull out in a 'Rarri yea (skrrrt)
  I got to get my dough, I stack my money yea
  Looking at my chain white gold, I'mma just call some names
  Now my old bitch salty yea, she keep calling me
  Swerve around that bitch, while she walking, aye
  Diamonds on my wrist clearer than Blu-Ray
   yea
  Had to get up and go get it, it was no other way yeah
  Now a days me and my brother, we hotter than summer days yea
  Told your bitch suck on the head and I nut in your mother's face
  Yeah, Me and Thugger do so well on Earth
  Cause we from outer space
  Like boy you so bummy don't talk about money
  We got the cake
  Like boy you so bummy don't talk about money
  We got the cake [Chorus: Young Thug]
  My lil' nigga poppin' at your brain like yea hoe
  My nigga we switch, won't do no same like hell no
  Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in yo face, you go
  If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe
  I be the richest, I be the richest
  I got an ole bad bitch and she my Mrs
  I want to kiss it, I want to lick it
  I want to bend that muhfucker over and let's get it
  [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
  You told me that bitch was cool, that bitch was loose
  Pull up in my Yeezy Boosts
  Ya I don't follow no rules
  Ya my car it don't got no roof
  Ya hit her so hard she gon' sue
  Ya that lil' bitch she not new
  Ya Rick Owens all on my shoes
  Ya your bitch stuck to me like glue
  Counting the money, counting the money, now I'm the man in my city
  Fuck with some C's, fuck with big B's, driving around in a Bentley
  Went to the hood, got a lil' bitch, bet you Lil' Uzi gon' hit her
  Lil' Uzi leave that bitch dripping
  She mad at me pull out Remy
  Smoking this gas, popping these Xans
  Ya you know I'm a lean sipper
  Ain't about money why is you talkin'?
  I smack you right with my hand
  Lil' Uzi cool like a fan ya
  My new bitch she got a man ya
  All these hoes they my fans ya
  Walking around with all these bands ya [Chorus: Young Thug]
  My lil' nigga popping at your brain like yea hoe
  My nigga we switch, won't do no same like hell no
  Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in yo face, you go
  If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe
  I be the richest, I be the richest
  I got an ole bad bitch and she my Mrs
  I want to kiss it, I want to lick it
  I want to bend that muhfucker over and let's get it