conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called 48 Bar Rap with the following description: In “48 Bar Rap,” Chris showcases his rapping skills over signature Jahlil Beats production. In the track, Chris flexes his cars and his ability to attain women. This is the first track on Fan of a Fan to not feature both Chris and Tyga. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  (
  Jahlil Beats, holla at me
  )
  Yeah, leggo
  It's what they wanted right?
  [Verse]
  Black shades, dark tint
  Your girl, nigga, I get it in
  Stick shiftin', switchin' and burnin' out in the Benz
  Wood grippin', kissin' all of they model friends
  Mr. Dolo (Dolo), with a bunch of freaks
  And you know they get the party bouncin' like a pogo
  I'm in slow-mo
  But fast forward me to the part where me and your girl underneath the sheets
  Just keep your eyes on
  Got a whole bunch of niggas behind me wearin' red, Verizon
  New money, I get my supersize on
  I like a long hair, bad chick, thighs long
  Haha, knowin' all the words to my songs
  And she fuckin' every girl that's in my phone
  Haha, I'm-I'm-I'm so fly
  Flight miles up 'cause I'm so high
  Huh, lil' nigga get your cheese up
  Black Ice on my neck, make you freeze up
  Oh, you worried 'bout me? Go figure
  I ain't sweatin' it, fuck them old niggas
  Lambo', Range Rove', with my pants low
  I got the audience clappin' like a backboard
  She put her hands up and then I stand up
  And get to workin' on the pole like a dancer
  I double up, I call it double Dutch
  Two girls at the same time, what the fuck?
  Rabbit foot in the air 'cause my luck is up
  Bring the first aid out 'cause I'm cuttin' up
  Bang, bang, now that's some G shit
  No chain gang, like I'm really on some free shit
  They jaw dropped, I'm leavin' niggas speechless
  World premiere, get a sneak peek, bitch
  I'm great, today is a new day
  Fuckin' with me, do the moonwalk on your face
  No games, I'm oh, so serious
  And y'all niggas straight pussy, period
  They say a singer can't rap, I ain't hearin' it
  'Cause after these couple songs. I been killin' shit
  Oh, no, niggas sayin' I'm loco
  But they Pinocchio niggas, watch they nose grow
  It's Young Money, shoutout my nigga Tyga too
  They on their first mixtape, I'm on volume two
  Turn me up, I'll show you what a tiger do
  And I'ma rip this beat up like lion food
  Louis luggage and the case for the passport
  I don't buy shit, nigga. I ask for it
  I'm the freshest, I'm the best
  I suggest that I get it off my motherfuckin' chest, Breezy