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conversations.value: Write me a song called What’s Next with the following description: Eleventh track on Tunechi’s 2017 mixtape Dedication 6. It features American rapper Zoey Dollaz.
  CashMoneyAP produced this beat. He posted it on YouTube as a 21 Savage Type Beat. It’s a remix of “Swag On A Usual” by Marley G, and Marley later added Wayne & Zoey to the official remix of the song.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Yeah yeah yeah yeah
  Mmm-mh
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  I been smokin' on the gas, hocus pocus on the gas
  I been snorklin' in the cash
  , 
  going Krogers with the bags
  I done went blonde, goin' Hulk Hogan on they ass
  Tell my shooters "Count me out", and I end up doin' the math
  I been fuckin' in the shower so my dreads soaked
  I been fuckin' on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked
  You know my lean nice and cold, like some dead folks
  You know my eyes nice and low, like I make egg rolls, oh
  I got them pills, we call 'em illies
  I got the wet, I'm water whippin'
  I rob his ass like Robin Givens
  I get them Ms a mile a minute
  Don't pay your bill, I'm power trippin'
  BET, that's how I'm livin'
  I got three hoes followin' me
  Ho, ho, ho; I'm down the chimney
  Hello, I make her throw away her pussy toys, yeah
  Ain't got a job, I make her look employed, yeah
  She do the money count in just her drawers, yeah
  I make her count out loud, I listen hard
  I been fuckin' models, they been walkin' 'round in towels
  They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers
  They been countin' for hours, getting kisses by the thousands
  Money and the power, they be in here watchin' Power
  All my shooters accurate, codeine like a daiquiri
  Run up, run up in your factory, mask is on like Michael Jackson
  Brrrt!
   Pull up like a taxi, stereo on maxi
  Nigga, bury your own casket
  Nigga, say hello to Rabbit
  My lil homies bang, my lil homies, they deranged
  They don't want the fame, kill your ass then fly to Spain
  Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, that shit got a nice ring
  Put my face up in the pussy, I'm just sight-seeing
  Yeah, starin' at the world through an automatic
  Sweet mother of pearl, sweet Jesus of Nazareth
  Quickly, quickly, quickly, gettin' slow, baby
  I could turn your baby to a poor baby, sure baby
  Look, I cannot sit down 
  without gettin' down
  What's new in town? Let's do it now
  A couple marbles ain't been found
  A couple screws been screwed around
  My father ain't been 'round, my heart ain't missed a pound
  The system of a down, and it's been up and down
  A psycho, all I'm missin' is the gown
  Sippin' up, I piss enough to drown, twistin' up a pound
  High as fuck, a Bentley truck on clouds, y'all so underground
  I break a whole bunch of fuckin' vows
  Come to hunt you down
  All up in your section
  Use protection when you fuck around
  Possession of deception, imperfection, no affection
  No correct your transgression, turn depression to aggression
  Got an obsession for expression
  With no pressure, no discretion, and the F is for the
  "Flesh of all the fleshless ones, I left 'em, F 'em." [Verse 2: Zoey Dollaz]
  Your bitch open so we run in it, any club, got my gun in it
  I ain't even got to touch you dudes, I'll get you killed young nigga
  Eat, sleep, talk shit, rap, brand new AK, all black
  Tunechi gave me this gift wrapped
  Your bars sweet, candy, Kit-Kat
  Hope you pussy niggas get mad
  Keep the voodoo on me, witchcraft
  Off-White, Gucci, mix match
  All my diamonds drip, shit splash
  Black BMW, your bitch gave me top at the W
  She told me Dollaz I'm over you
  These bitches way too emotional, uh
  So much perkys, I'm barely sober
  Diamond choker, crazy, bipolar
  Keep my niggas with me, I tote 'em
  Never be committed, I told her
  Enough with you niggas, I do not fuck with you niggas
  I know I'm stuck with you niggas
  Grew up with you niggas
  We all was swipin' cards, scammin' it up with you niggas
  Miami ballin', it's a hobby, call a nigga Joe Robbie
  Haitian food or hibachi, ATV's, walkie-talkies
  Chris Paul, we load the rocket
  Eight ball, corner pocket
  Ah man, nigga stop it, you know it's Dollaz
  When it comes to rap, no problems
  Haha, hold up, talk to 'em
  I'm the hottest out in my city, Bad Boy too, ask Diddy
  Hundred foot yacht, jet skiin', bitches kissin' bitches, lesbian
  Niggas talkin' beef, let's see 'em
  Y'all don't want beef, y'all vegan
  If so, come, no semen
  (Yeah, you get it?)
  Future put me on, he from Atlanta
  Niggas in my city crabs in a barrel
  Made it out without y'all help
  I can say I did it myself
  Tunechi told me leave this beat blessed
  I killed this shit, no stress
  First 48, this stretch
  Someone tell me what's next?