conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Drop Rap with the following description: “Drop Top” is a braggadocious track that sees Chris brag about his expensive Lamborghinis, flashy Audemars and his appeal with the ladies. The track features California rapper Petey Pablo who’s verse contains playful wordplay. “Drop Top” marks the first, and as of December 2021, the only collaboration between Chris and Petey. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Chris Brown]
  Haha (Yup)
  Jahlil Beats, holla at me
  [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
  Fresh up off the stove, I'm hotter than a bitch
  Black diamond Audemar is holdin' down my wrist
  I'm the shit, you playin'
  Nigga, you know my name, dawg
  And shawty, let me cut, call me— (Fresh)
  Fresh up off the stove, I'm hotter than a bitch
  Black diamond Audemar is holdin' down my wrist
  I'm the shit, you playin'
  Nigga, you know my name, dawg
  And shawty, let me cut, call me Mr. Chainsaw
  This beat goes so hard, and so does your broad
  And when she see me, if it's easy, huh, it's your fault
  Lamborghini, fettuccine, count this dough, dawg
  Big ice on my neck look like snowballs
  Any way that I get it, I don't care, I do it, when I do, I does it
  And you know me, shittin' on niggas and I do it in public
  I know you mad, why? And I ain't tryna brag
  I'm just talkin' 'bout the shit that you wish you had
  My tattoos compliment my attitude
  Lightskin nigga but I'm not a average dude
  You a opener and I'm goin' after you
  Headline, I hope you niggas read the news [Chorus: Petey Pablo]
  When they see me, they jaw drop (Yeah)
  Better cuff your chick, when she see me, her drawer drop (Yeah)
  I'm shuttin' the club down (Hey)
  Nigga, that's up top (Hey)
  They tellin' me slow down
  But I ain't gon' ever stop (
  DJ Babey Drew
  )
  (Hey) Okay (Yeah)
  Where the Rosé? (Where the Rosé?)
  CÎROC? (CÎROC?)
  Mixed with OJ (Mixed with OJ)
  I'm hot (Hey)
  You not (Hey), but it's okay (Hey)
  Y'all don't mean shit to me, no way, haha
  [Verse 2: Chris Brown]
  Uh, Gucci shades, my chain looks like Minute Maid
  Blowin' up is what I do, I'm a big grenade
  Star stuntin', these niggas frontin', show me somethin'
  A whole clique of niggas shittin', bullets dumpin'
  And when you see me, please believe me that I'm fly as hell
  I got a rack of broads, I call 'em my clientèle
  Tyga at the wing, two girls, that's a three-piece
  Now you see why all these singers tryna to be me
  Now what you talkin' 'bout? To the haters, throw them deuces up
  Back number one, middle fingers  up
  Straight to the top, zoom-zoom, that's how I go
  And then I drop the top on my Murcielago
  It's not a game, nigga, so I ain't gotta play
  My niggas Mac and Diesel, it's Yung by the way
  G5 so I ain't gotta wait
  The most hated on, so I ain't gotta hate [Chorus: Petey Pablo]
  When they see me, they jaw drop (Yeah)
  Better cuff your chick, when she see me, her drawer drop (Yeah)
  I'm shuttin' the club down (Hey)
  Nigga, that's up top (Hey)
  They tellin' me slow down
  But I ain't gon' ever stop
  (Hey) Okay (Yeah)
  Where the Rosé? (Where the Rosé?)
  CÎROC? (CÎROC?)
  Mixed with OJ (Mixed with OJ)
  I'm hot (Hey)
  You not (Hey), but it's okay (Hey)
  Y'all don't mean shit to me, no way, haha
  [Verse 3: Petey Pablo]
  Eazy Breezy, sexy sleezy
  Touch me, tease me, freak and leak me (Woo)
  Chrisy Breezy, Petey Petey
  A-B-Ceezy, one, two, threezy
  Kichi-kichi (Hey), nakamichi (Hey)
  Okinawa (Hey), nice to meet ya (Hey)
  CEO (Hey) or C-M-Breezy? (Hey)
  Now-Now who-who wants to do me? (Hey, yeah)
  We bossed up (We bossed up)
  We flossed up (We flossed up)
  Come on in here, girl (Come on in here, girl)
  She gettin' glossed up (She gettin' glossed up)
  She got her bra up (She got her bra up)
  I think she wants to cut (I think she wants to cut)
  Baby, there's two of us (Baby, there's two of us)
  Come on, let double up (Hey)
  Go 'head and knock the ball (Ball) and we gon' pop the top off (Off)
  And we don't care how many bottles or how much that they cost (Cost)
  We like them dope boys (Boys), we just left off the block (The block)
  We open both doors and then we keep 'em locked (Uh-huh)
  Damn, we got it locked (Uh-huh), R&B and hippie-hop (Uh-huh)
  Carolina busy bee (Uh-huh), ain't nine-to-five, we down the block
  Tell me what you want, girl, I can get it for you, girl
  He's a motherfuckin' chump and I'm a real thug [Chorus: Petey Pablo]
  When they see me, they jaw drop (Yeah)
  Better cuff your chick, when she see me, her drawer drop (Yeah)
  I'm shuttin' the club down (Hey)
  Nigga, that's up top (Hey)
  They tellin' me slow down
  But I ain't gon' ever stop
  (Hey) Okay (Yeah)
  Where the Rosé? (Where the Rosé?)
  CÎROC? (CÎROC?)
  Mixed with OJ (Mixed with OJ)
  I'm hot (Hey)
  You not (Hey), but it's okay (Hey)
  Y'all don't mean shit to me, no way, haha (Hey)