conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Tic Tac Toe with the following description: Meek Mill connects with fellow street rapper Kodak Black for a “Kodak moment”-worthy banger produced by Tay Keith.
  The song finds them braggadociosly rapping about  their luxurious lifestyles of  fucking “famous hoes” and whipping back to back Rolls Royces while at the same timee warning their opps that they “got a K everywhere” they go to “pop niggas like Tic Tac Toe” if need be. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Meek Mill]
  Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
  It's a Kodak moment, got Kodak in this bitch
  Uh, yeah, yeah
  Lil' fish, uh
  [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
  I did a Saks Fifth run (Yeah)
  I did a bad bitch run, uh
  I just bought a new AP (AP)
  'Bout to get the bad bitch one (Yeah)
  Nigga like the new Jay-Z (Woo)
  Pockets on fat, Big Pun (Big bag)
  I be goin' too crazy (Crazy)
  Hit a famous ho, which one? Yeah
  Ain't no stopping me
  Talk on the 'net, don't apply to me
  I can't be with these rap niggas
  I know my dawgs gon' slide for me
  All that talk, that's cap, nigga
  Y'all be soundin' like cops to me
  Layin' on the jet with a MAC, nigga
  Bust down, ain't no robbin' me
  I don’t want my old bitch back (I don't wanna her)
  Shit, damn, but I still wanna fuck, uh (Yeah)
  I be overload with the drip (Drip)
  Shit might spill in my cup, uh
  I can't fuck with these niggas (Fuck 'em)
  But I still send 'em my love (Yeah)
  I ain't gotta trap no more (No)
  I'ma just give 'em my plug (Yeah)
  New bitch ass too fat (Ass too fat)
  Put a price tag on that (Price tag)
  No, I'm not cuffin' these thots (No)
  You ain't gotta ask me that (No)
  I be tryna run up this guap (Run it up)
  Nigga, you can have 'em back (Yeah)
  Two big boy Rolls Royces (What?)
  And we goin' back to back, huh [Chorus: Kodak Black]
  Poppin' niggas like tic-tac-toe
  Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
  Got the K everywhere I go
  Don't come to me 'bout no ho
  Poppin' niggas like Tic Tac Toe
  Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
  Got the K everywhere I go
  Don't come to me 'bout no ho
  Don't come to me 'bout no rumor
  My partner, he got a tumor
  Every day, I keep a ruler
  Just me, I don't need no shooter
  Don't come to me 'bout no mess
  Want beef, I'm sayin' less
  It ain't nothin' to get you wet
  Make a movie on your set
  [Verse 2: Meek Mill]
  Benji, Benji, Benji on Benjis (Benjis)
  Keepin' my hoes in that Fendi (That Fendi)
  Whippin' that Rolls like a Hemi (Skrrt)
  Face down, smearin' her Fenty, uh
  Niggas, they always got somethin' to say
  See 'em, it's nothin' to talk about (Nothin')
  Catch you and you tried to stunt in the club
  You gettin' smoked in the parking lot
  Came on the block (Uh), brand new Saint Laurent (Whoa)
  I gotta lay off designer 'cause honestly I've just been makin' 'em hot (Yeah)
  I'm not a Muslim but I had to put in them prayers to make it sell out (Woo)
  I know my way to the top
  I took a circle and made it a block, run (Break it down)
  Red fish, blue fish, old bitch, new bitch (New bitch)
  Niggas said it's on sight, see me, he ain't do shit, uh
  We got them thirties on thirties (Thirties)
  Phantom is newer than Jersey (Jersey)
  I put that bitch in a figure four
  Fuck it, I'm doin' her dirty (Dirty)
  Don't even know what I'm in it for (I don't)
  I probably get her a Rollie (A Rollie)
  I probably get her Chanel, Chanel
  And then she know I'm fuckin' her homies (Her homies)
  Keep a bad bitch in my face (My face)
  She tryin' to get to first place (First place)
  We don't pop X, pop Ace (Pop Ace)
  And we only cop by case, huh [Chorus: Kodak Black]
  Poppin' niggas like tic-tac-toe
  Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
  Got the K everywhere I go
  Don't come to me 'bout no ho
  Poppin' niggas like Tic Tac Toe
  Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
  Got the K everywhere I go
  Don't come to me 'bout no ho
  Don't come to me 'bout no rumor
  My partner, he got a tumor
  Every day, I keep a ruler
  Just me, I don't need no shooter
  Don't come to me 'bout no mess
  Want beef, I'm sayin' less
  It ain't nothin' to get you wet
  Make a movie on your set