conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Duck with the following description: The 7th track off Weezy’s No Ceilings 2 mixtape.
  It features the Young Money artists Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz and the beautiful singer Shanell aka SNL. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  What’s happening? Come on man
  What’s up with these niggas man?
  Yeaahh
  Nigga Millz with that New York shit man
  One time for my nigga T in this bitch
  Yeah, tired of these niggas me
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  I can make her do tricks
  Make the bitch do splits
  Write your name on a bullet like a gift
  I’m Saint Nick
  Overdosing off the dough
  Comatosing on the low
  Keep my hands on some coke
  Like Guns n’ Roses, rock n’ roll
  The guns we tote is not for show
  Welcome to the murder show
  Welcome to the murder capital
  That’s capital NO
  That’s New Orleans
  It’s you or me
  If that’s so, you gotta go
  You drop the gun
  I drop the world
  I drop some cash
  You drop the soap
  Rep that soowoo dada-do
  I just got Bluetooth on my stove
  You don’t wan try me like Dej Loaf
  Yeah I know, I know, I know
  My Spanish ho she love me so
  She say “amor amor amor”
  These lil boys don’t want no war
  Them toy soldiers, G.I. Joe
  Mystical
  Here I go, here I go
  Vehicle, Diablo
  All black, white seats, piano
  Yeah you're from Santiago
  You don’t want no fiasco
  We don’t do Donnie Brasco
  And tell your crew I said let’s go
  Tell your crew I said leggo [Chorus: Shanell]
  Oh it’s way past midnight
  Shadows in them streetlights
  Gotta trap for them niggas tryna act like
  A bitch ain’t got a whole team right
  Yeah ahh
  He think that he gone take it from me
  He said I should give it up cause he got money
  Told him I don’t think that I can please ya
  But I got a bunch of killas wanna meet ya
  [Verse 2: Jae Millz]
  All of my niggas is real, all of my niggas is solid
  All of my money is in rubber bands, I do not carry a wallet
  All of my bitches stay ready, soon as I walk in she gon pop it
  Everyday I be floating, forever on autopilot
  If that nigga ain’t got my money though
  Wrap him up like a mummy though
  Regular wolves howl at the moon
  My wolves come out when it’s sunny though
  My niggas ain’t got no words with police
  You tell the cops what they wanna know
  This shit right here is my dummy flow
  No Ibaka but I bring that thunder though
  Your girl a jumpoff, I holler "Geronimo"
  Slam in that pussy like dominos
  That boy Millz he got beats and all kinds of flows
  What you think Weezy signed me for?
  Stayed down and I’m still down
  True definition of loyal
  My style timeless, my style vintage, Crown Royal
  From birth to now, heart Big like L, Notorious, and Pun
  I want what I deserve, and some
  Yeah I’m ballin’ - And 1
  All my niggas outside with me
  All my niggas down the ride with me
  And every freak that that I ever meet
  Gotta fuck my girl if she slide with me
  That’s word [Chorus: Shanell]
  Oh it’s way past midnight
  Shadows in them streetlights
  Gotta trap for them niggas tryna act like
  A bitch ain’t got a whole team right
  Yeah ahh
  He think that he gone take it from me
  He said I should give it up cause he got money
  Told him I don’t think that I can please ya
  But I got a bunch of killas wanna meet ya
  [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
  We kick down the door, said it before
  We did not come round to play games with you niggas
  They say you nobody til somebody kills ya
  Well I’m bout to make you a famous lil nigga
  No game in this killer, murder he wrote
  Can get life behind bars with these murderous quotes
  The flow is like meth, it’s like crack, it’s like heroin
  Yes I am spitting this dope
  I am the future, I’m seeing right through you
  I’m so New Orleans but I do not know voodoo
  My piece will come face-to-face with you like Oovoo
  Have niggas searching for you like it’s Google, I’m brutal
  I’ve been slept on for a long time
  Been patient for a minute, now I want mine
  I hear a lot of niggas talking down
  I’ma put my mothafuckin foot where the sun don’t shine
  Can’t rhyme in a cypher like this
  I’ve been rockin with the best
  They don’t put me on the list
  I’m an underground king
  Underrated in the streets favorite
  Every street corner gonna speak bout this
  Rest in peace Pimp C
  Still got the muddy cup full of Morgan Freeman
  Yep, lean on me
  Like Wu Tang, cash rules everything around me
  You know I got the cream on me
  Gun barrel smoking like hydro
  Middle fingers up, fuck five-o
  Still repping B's like a H-town nigga
  When I’m finished in this bitch call Geico
  You looking at a god man, I put that on the Bible
  Killin’ everything fuck rivals
  Hundred round drum on the stick
  When I let the bitch off man it sound like pyro [Chorus: Shanell]
  Oh it’s way past midnight
  Shadows in them streetlights
  Gotta trap for them niggas tryna act like
  A bitch ain’t got a whole team right
  Yeah ahh
  He think that he gone take it from me
  He said I should give it up cause he got money
  Told him I don’t think that I can please ya
  But I got a bunch of killas wanna meet ya