conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Boom with the following description: This song is a remix of Lil Boosie’s song, “Zoom”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Mouse drop the track
  That'll make you bounce it back, what
  Yeah
  Hehe
  Tell 'em, yeah, 
  bah!
  [Verse 1]
  Weezy bad—naw, really, I'm good
  Sound like a T-Rex live under my hood
  Gotta know the Tec live under my seat
  Put you in the ground; now, you live under my feet
  All-white diamonds on the front of my teeth
  And you better put the "O" in front of my "G"
  The bullshit they talking doesn't come to my knee
  I'm like a linebacker: Don't run it by me
  My two best friends will accompany me
  And right now, they are in my dungarees, sleep
  One named "Mac,"
   
  one named "Nina"
  They hit you, make you do the Macarena
  Where your tool? You gon' need it like a muh'fucker
  And I am so New Orleans like a muh'fucker
  It's Young Money and we eating, get your own supper
  Make me go off in the trunk, get that Bone Crusher, haha!
  [Hook]
  Tecs, AKs, I leave the scene ugly
  Chest, head, face, arm, leg, stomach
  I never been afraid, I ain't scared of nothing
  'Cause I got my thang, my thang, my thang
  And that bitch go boom, boom, boom
  Boom, boom, boom
  You hear them guns, like boom, boom, boom
  Boom, boom, boom [Verse 2]
  They like the way I ball, they call me "Hot Sauce"
  They know I keep that toaster; you can be my Pop Tart
  I never had height, but, boy, I got heart
  And I ain't gotta speak, I just let my car talk
  I got more clips than any movie you saw
  I pull up on you like I need some Grey Poupon
  Hardhat? No, but I got the tool on
  And you should be my paper if ever the tool's drawn, yeah
  Flow retarded: When I spit, I get my drool on
  I don't rap, I just shit, like a newborn
  I don't write, I just spit, like a tooth gone
  So tell them haters, "Cut it out" like a coupon
  How come that chopper sound like a nuke bomb?
  Little nigga, gotta hold that bitch with two arms
  I got that heat, the fire, and the lukewarm
  I'm on your heels like a shoehorn
  [Hook]
  Tecs, AKs, I leave the scene ugly
  Chest, head, face, arm, leg, stomach
  I never been afraid, I ain't scared of nothing
  'Cause I got my thang, my thang, my thang
  And that bitch go boom, boom, boom
  Boom, boom, boom
  You hear them guns, like boom, boom, boom
  Boom, boom, boom