conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Gumbo with the following description: “Gumbo” is Lil Wayne and Young Money artist Gudda Gudda’s remix of New York rapper 6ix9ine’s breakout single “GUMMO”, which debuted at #58 on the Billboard Hot 100 for the week of December 2, 2017. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Wayne, 
  DJ Drama
  , 
  Jamie Foxx
   & 
  Lil Jon
  ]
  Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
  We been out here
  Gangsta, Gangsta Gri-zillz!
  6 shit
  Quality street music!
   (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  Never 'bout a bitch, it's 'bout a check, my nigga
  Never 'bout the bitch, about to check my nigga, that's my nigga!
  Make me do construction in your section, nigga
  Rari' doin' donuts, that's my breakfast, nigga
  Okay, you got soldiers, I got veterans, nigga
  And I got that white like One Direction nigga, Kesha, nigga
  Only God can judge you, I must sentence you to death, my nigga
  Yeah, and you are not a topic in my section, nigga
  Math teacher taught me how to count my fucking blessings, nigga
  Got married to the fucking mob when I met it, nigga
  Everybody cried at my motherfucking wedding, nigga
  Everybody 5 in my motherfucking section, nigga
  Hoodybaby 6, so numbers lying in my sections, nigga
  Still got them Bloods, like a vessel nigga, that's right, nigga
  Tell a blind nigga, "Watch your step, my nigga"
  Left-right, nigga, whoa, I let my niggas glow
  My niggas don't speak, "Bap, bap, bap", quote, un-quote
  Never had cold feet, stepping out moving snow
  Cut the heads off the sheep and sit 'em all around the GOAT
  O-M-W, BMW, N-E-W
  I got that R-A-W, for the L-O-W
  That's non-refundable, that's L-A-W
  And we hate deductibles, like police hate untouchables
  They see me in a car then they F-O-L-L-O-W
  I drive S-L-O-W, with that B-L-O-W
  I like it very colorful when it come to my jungle juice
  I'm out here yelling "Fuck a truce!"
  If he gon' act like Mother Goose, whoa
  It's never 'bout the kids, about the pets, my nigga, no
  It's right between the ears, above the neck, my nigga, whoa
  It's very quiet, when you hear the weapons, nigga, shh
  They verify you by your dental records, nigga
  6 shit [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
  Fuck the city up, and I got the glizzy tucked (Baow!)
  Dick hanging from the mop, look like a billy club
  Fliest niggas from the city, bitch, that's really us (geah!)
  You pussies talking, boo! boo! boo!, now you really fucked
  Ridin' in the range with Maine, we switch lanes (Maine!)
  With my bottom bitch, walked the beach in Biscayne (Rrah!)
  Real P shit, that's that M.O.B. shit
  Look at me now, these pussies said I wasn't gon' be shit (Ah!)
  Yeah, got a homie named Trel from Hoover, he might shoot you
  Red rag hangin' out my right pocket, but I'll blues you (Doot!)
  When them roosters touch down
  We make them bitches cock-a-doodle (Woo-woo!)
  Take a shot at me over a beat, bitch, I'ma shoot you
  Got a bitch named Vicky, she pretty, she keep me stiffy
  Glock .40 in her purse, don't tempt me, her finger itchy (Ayy)
  She ride so I keep her with me, she shy, but not with that glizzy
  She high from hittin' the blizzy, eyes red like Trippie (Trippie!)
  Hoody rollin' up, that boy smoke like a hippie (Hippie!)
  Fill my double cup up with mud, that's right, I'm sipping
  Yeah, retarded with it, I just might be the hardest with it
  And you a rat, you be politickin' with the Sarge, Lieutenant
  Fuck all you bitches! Gudda!
  [Outro: Lil Wayne]
  Six shit
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah