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conversations.value: Write me a song called WDYW with the following description: This was one of the tracks available during the months in advance of Papi Gordo, the compilation by DJ Carnage. This track features rappers A$AP Ferg, Lil Uzi Vert & Rich The Kid.
  Everyone in this line-up has their own relationship to trap music. Even though Uzi’s from North Philly, his earliest influences hail from Atlanta’s rap scene. New York’s A$AP Ferg is a self-proclaimed “Trap Lord”—not so much for his sound, but for his hustling tendencies. And Rich the Kid, up last on this track, was raised in Atlanta’s trap music scene, alongside Migos.
  It’s DJ Carnage who brought this crew together. Carnage got his start making EDM track out of trap songs and declared his sub-genre of music “festival trap,” though he eschewed the title “trap music producer” in 2013.
  Charlie Heat, who signed to G.O.O.D. music in 2014, co-produced this track with Carnage. He hails from New Jersey and has previously worked with A$AP Ferg and Uzi. It was his production on Uzi’s first mixtape specifically, that impressed Kanye and got him signed. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Ah-skrr-skrr
  Hahahaha
  Uh, alright
  Alright
  Yeah
  [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
  I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
  Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
  Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
  I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
  Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
  Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
  Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want (what do you want?)
  Like whatchu want, like what do you want? (what do you want?)
  Whatchu want? Let a nigga know
  Let a nigga know, let a nigga know
  [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
  You get hit, 40'll hurt you
  I got your bitch on me and your mama on me and she birthed you
  Blowin' Uzi, I'm just off the shits
  Got your bitch on me, she all up on the dick
  I get so turnt up, countin' these bands, bands
  I don't give a mothafuck, I am the man
  Stay down with mad niggas, your girl my baby
  I'm fuckin' on her, I am too lazy [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
  I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
  Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
  Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
  I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
  Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
  Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
  Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want (what do you want?)
  Like whatchu want, like what do you want? (what do you want?)
  Whatchu want? Let a nigga know
  Let a nigga know
  [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
  Fergy gonna get 'em, youngin' doin' better
  Uzi with the Uzi, hit him through the leather
  Black Panther party, Huey with the leather
  Feel like I'm him with the cheddar
  Put 'em in the soup, portobello
  Hit him in the head through his cerebellum
  Nigga better tell him my uncle OG with a motherfuckin' felon
  He'll dead him in a second if I tell him
  Spoke to NumbaNine 'fore he went to jail and
  He was on his way to his dreams
  Then his dreams started derailing from a weapon
  These kids I try to tell 'em, don't get caught with the weapon
  Hip-hop police on the 'Gram and they can't wait to get 'em [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
  I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
  Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
  Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
  I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
  Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
  Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
  Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want (what do you want?)
  Like whatchu want, like what do you want? (what do you want?)
  Whatchu want? Let a nigga know
  Let a nigga know, let a nigga know
  [Verse 3: Rich The Kid]
  Trap, he smoking on midnight gas
  Finessing a nigga with pounds of the swag
  My bitches, they bustin', you niggas, you cuffin'
  I trap out the bando, them onions
  Whatchu want, whatchu want, my nigga?
  I'm booted, them Xans, wrappin' the bricks in saran
  You don't want problems
  Bitch I got choppers, Afghanistan
  Migo Gang, A$AP Mob, he might fuck around get robbed
  30 gold chains I flex, but I ain't ever had no job
  Turn twenty to a fifty
  Tryna jump at Rich the Kid, diamonds dancin' like Diddy
  I trap in the kitchen with Whitney
  Actavis killin' my kidneys [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
  I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
  Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
  Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
  I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
  Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
  Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
  Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want (what do you want?)
  Like whatchu want, like what do you want? (what do you want?)
  Whatchu want? Let a nigga know
  Let a nigga know, let a nigga know
  [Produced By: Charlie Heat & Carnage]