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conversations.value: Write me a song called Go Off with the following description: Hit-Boy and Chase N. Cashe, both members of the Surf Club production crew, have gotten Travi$ Scott and Quentin Miller together for “Go Off.” After Hit-Boy got La Flame on a record with Audio Push, and shortly before that, he put Quentin Miller on “Bussin' Moves,” alongside Pusha T, so the time was right to continue building his chemistry with the both of them.
  The production is led by a soulful sample mixed with some experimental drumwork and aqueous synths. It’s time to stop talking about Miller’s reputation as Drake’s ghostwriter, especially if he continues his work with Hit-Boy. Everything gets a bit tripper when Travi$ takes the mic, giving the collab a fitting outro.
  It receives 84% positive reviews on HNHH Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro]
  Hey hey, hey, hey
  Hey hey, hey, hey, hey
  Hey hey, hey, hey
  Hey hey, hey, hey, hey
  [Hook: Chase N. Cashe]
  I got a brand new jeep with the doors off
  Smoking on a pound of weed, I had to doze off
  And a bad bitch with me, with her clothes off
  Balling like I'm K.D I had to go off
  I had to go off, I had to go off
  Balling like I'm K.D I had to go off
  I had to go off, I had to go off
  Close curtains on them boys, I had to show off
  I got a brand new jeep with the doors off
  Smoking on a pound of weed, I had to doze off
  And a bad bitch with me, with her clothes off
  Balling like I'm K.D I had to go off
  I had to go off, I had to go off
  Balling like I'm K.D I had to go off
  I had to go off, I had to go off
  Close curtains on them boys, I had to show off
  [Verse 1: Quentin Miller]
  Yeah, pull up in that '97, like it's '97
  Third eye wide open, watching for the devil
  Hit my daughter with a trip to Carter's 'fore I left her
  Make sure when she go to daycare, she gonna look the freshest
  Eating dinner with my niggas, feeling real boss
  Shout out Complex Magazine, for that extra salt
  Shout out 1317, I rep it 'til I'm gone
  I had to go off, I had to go off
  I found out I really am a star
  In my own way, we ain't listening to y'all
  We gonna run it up at any cost
  Nah, nah, we ain't finna starve [Hook: Chase N. Cashe]
  I got a brand new jeep with the doors off
  Smoking on a pound of weed, I had to doze off
  And a bad bitch with me, with her clothes off
  Balling like I'm K.D I had to go off
  I had to go off, I had to go off
  Balling like I'm K.D I had to go off
  I had to go off, I had to go off
  Close curtains on them boys, I had to show off
  I got a brand new jeep with the doors off
  Smoking on a pound of weed, I had to doze off
  And a bad bitch with me, with her clothes off
  Balling like I'm K.D I had to go off
  I had to go off, I had to go off
  Balling like I'm K.D I had to go off
  I had to go off, I had to go off
  Close curtains on them boys, I had to show off
  [Interlude]
  And now, now we back on this motherfucker live and direct
  You know what I'm saying?
  So, so, ladies, can I, can I ask you a question?
  Baby is your pussy wet right now?
  I just need all of y'all to scream for me
  Come on, make some noise baby, yeah
  Aye my nigga Da$h in the building, say what up
  Yeah [Verse 2: Travis Scott]
  Last couple summers it was so hard
  Cut the curtain on these niggas, cut the show off
  Fighting off these Xannies, I don't wanna doze off
  But I pop four school buses, oh my, oh Lord
  Used to eat that free lunch, but it's not no more
  We was whilin' outside, yeah, we had no hope
  You an angel in disguise with no halo
  Only thing I despise on that Jay Mo
  Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
  Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
  Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
  Yeah, back in, back when, back time I guess
  I get sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin
  We went up top, not again, navigate, intimate, innocent
  Runnin' off, let your ho flow we're not here to win
  Come, come again, comin' back again
  One more time for that nigga you come down, yeah
  H-Town, what if I'm riding down and I sit in that whip right there?
  Hit my lights and I- yeah
  Cut the monologue
  Had to close the curtain, cut the show off
  Poppin' Xans and then tryin' not to doze off
  Riding through the hood with the doors off
  Seen so many strip clubs, damn, I might invest
  Damn, wait they got me for another check
  Order up the lobster with the crab cake
  I'm bad at holidays, you know I'm mad late