conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Taylor Gang with the following description: Wiz Khalifa’s ode to his "shoe crew"
  
  This song is also a Bonus Track on Deluxe Version of Wiz Khalifa’s Rolling Papers
  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JrVt10PTD8I Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
  Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
  Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
  Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
  You know I'm reppin' Taylors
  All my weed from Cali so you know I’m smokin' flavors
  Ain't fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' papers
  And I throw it up so that you know just what my gang is
  Mothafuck a hater
  [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
  Left the crib with 10 grand, bought a hundred pair
  I’m the coach, I can show you how to be a player
  5/8 is the fitted, bitches love my hair
  Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear
  They let me in the club, fuck a dress code
  Me and all my niggas rollin' up the best smoke
  OG Kush from the West Coast
  Oh you down to fuck? Shorty let's go
  Diamonds in my chain, niggas trying to steal my lane
  Chronic in my brain bitch, I’m reppin' Taylor Gang
  Smoke 'til I’m insane, drinking til' I’m throwing up
  Only papers if you Taylor’d nigga throw it up
  High socks, low cuts
  Smell that good weed, then you know it's us
  That yellow car pulling up
  Them niggas ain't high so they ain't close to us
  Down to fly, yeah, two fingers and hold em up [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
  Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
  Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
  Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
  You know I’m reppin’ Taylors
  All my weed from Cali so you know I’m smokin' flavors
  Ain't fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ papers
  And I throw it up so that you know just what my gang is
  Mothafuck a hater
  [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
  Bought a crib like Scarface's, this is my world
  All my niggas down to bang but we can try words
  Smoking ounces to the head 'til my mind twirls
  I’m the mayor and my bitch look like a flag girl
  Topic of discussion, talk shit cause they bitches love us
  Plus them niggas suckas, I got that in living color
  All my cars are different colors, all my broads are different colors
  All I do is fuck 'em once and I don't call or give ‘em numbers
  Ro-lex, more, sex
  Good, weed, no, stress
  Run my town, arms, chest
  Lift, weights, Bow-flex
  Throw your set up, what you rep when you twistin' ya fingers?
  Real recognize real and my nig, you a stranger
  Got a bank full of scrilla, a brain full of papers
  Got a phone full of hoes, and a gang full of Taylors [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
  Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
  (And that was the long laugh on y'all bitchass niggas)
  Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
  Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
  You know I’m reppin’ Taylors
  All my weed from Cali so you know I’m smokin' flavors
  Ain't fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ papers
  And I throw it up so that you know just what my gang is
  Mothafuck a hater
  [Verse 3: Chevy Woods]
  You see me out, I rep my gang, 
  used to serve that John McCain
  That John McCain
  , hold up, they don't know my name?
  Chevy (who?) Chevy (who?) look at all that shit them dollars do
  Gettin' all this money with you know who, it's Taylor Gang over you
  We poppin' bottles gang signs, all my niggas' gang signs
  Rollin up gang signs, niggas trippin', bang time
  Hold up, what they say 'bout us?
  Same niggas gotta get the okay bout stuff
  They ain't in the same league, they don’t play like us
  No sticks, no seeds, keep that rolled up
  Bang on them hoes, we does that
  Socket work, I just had a plug for that
  Get your Taylor on, hold whatever you rep
  Throwin up the gang, 4800 still reppin' the set
  Got these niggas trippin’, and these bitches too
  They just haters though, no matter what we do
  What up cuz, on the left side
  It's Taylor Gang, and that's or die
  Chevy! [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
  Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
  Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
  Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
  You know I’m reppin’ Taylors
  All my weed from Cali so you know I’m smokin' flavors
  Ain't fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ papers
  And I throw it up so that you know just what my gang is
  Mothafuck a hater