conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Sh!t with the following description: Weezy borrows the instrumental from Future’s “Sh!t” for his first offering from Sorry 4 The Wait 2.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  I'm so sorry, so sorry... woo
  This-this that 
  Sorry 4 The Wait 2
  And I'm so sorry
  [Hook]
  Uh
  Sorry for the wait, nigga
  Glock 40 for them fake niggas
  Throw a party every day, nigga
  That's an ordinary day, nigga
  Bad bitch in mi casa
  No mi casa su casa
  My choppa go 
  Doom-dada
  Dayahyahyahda!
  [Verse]
  Tunechi, bitch
  On my Future shit
  I'm too legit
  I sleep on a crucifix
  I wake up cranky and turn into a lunatic
  Then shoot my bitch
  Behind orange juice and grits
  Uzi clip
  I need another Uzi clip
  I shoot to kill
  These pussy niggas shooting bricks
  I'm too for real
  Your head just a souvenir
  She wanna get it off her chest
  But her boobs too big
  I'm bumping Carter 5
  On a iPod
  My bitch mad as hell cause it ain't out yet
  She said "Soon as these niggas hear your new shit
  They gon' have to give they styles back"
  I said "You too cray"
  She said "You too humble"
  I said "You too, bae"
  She said "You too sweet"
  Then I ask her do she go both ways
  She say "They do say love is a two-way street"
  I say "Oooh"
  Talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me
  Treat that girl like cuisine
  She gon' wanna shoot scenes
  Put my dick in museum
  I'm gon' die on my feet
  Never knees in the dirt
  Never dirt on my knees
  I'm just serving these fiends
  Sell birds to the bees
  I sell birds to the trees
  "Tune, I heard you don't sleep"
  I'm allergic to dreams
  I don't twerk, but I tweak
  For that purple, that pink
  Yeah you see what I'm saying
  Like you heard what you see
  I'm a verbal disease
  I'm allergic to me
  Been a turd on these streets
  Since my curtains was sheets
  Chef on these beats
  I'm just stirring the grease
  That bitch you in love with
  She working for me
  I personally
  Get you murdered this week
  Like that blunt between my two fingers
  I'm at peace
  Word
  I smirk when I squeeze
  Trigger smart, street smart
  I'm a nerd, I'm a geek
  I'm absurd, I'm unique
  Did my time at Cash Money
  Time served and released
  But this agent ain't free
  Word
  That's the word on these streets
  But that shit is old news
  That shit's so yesterweek
  I'm just focused
  Focused on my expertise
  They like "Tunechi, you good?"
  I'm like "Bob, yessiree!"
  Now don't, I mean don't
  Don't question me
  Let me breathe
  Dog, big dog
  I cock back and shoot at ya fleas
  Money long – Tree trunk
  Now stand under me
  Catch these leaves
  I guarantee no guarantees
  But repeat what you heard
  You a dead parakeet
  It's Tunechi, bitch
  Your bitch Tunechi's bitch
  I fuck her on my balcony
  We watch the moon eclipse
  We do unusual shit
  She gonna need lube for this
  'Cause I'mma stick it in her maximus gluteus
  We at the top of the world
  She like the view and shit
  From up here everybody look the puniest
  The coke got her all exuberant
  She doing lines like a movie script
  But these are true events
  Lord
  I'll kill a nigga right now
  I'll put a nigga lights out
  Then put his body in a ice box
  With holes in his body like socks
  These niggas softer than
  These niggas softer than nylon
  So keep my name out your mouth
  I hope it taste like cayenne
  Looking up at the skyline
  I'm thinking to my fuckin' self
  "You only live twice, slime"
  And motherfuck you if you fight crime
  I'm from a place with a high crime rate, like Iran
  We put your ass on Nightline
  I'm on the grass like a python
  These niggas looking at me
  These niggas looking at me sideways
  That's because they on the sideline
  But they never tried mine
  Spittin' like I'm sippin' cyanide
  While my bitch sip a Mai Tai
  But she wine fine
  And I'm so sorry
  She say "Don't be sorry"
  Woo
  Then she say "Don't apologize for shit
  'Cause you the shit
  And we know Tha Carter 5 the shit"
  Woah
  Woo [Hook]
  But this is that Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga
  Glock 40 for them fake niggas
  Throw a party every day, nigga
  That's an ordinary day, nigga
  Bad bitch in mi casa
  No mi casa su casa
  My choppa go 
  Doom-dada
  Dayahyahyahda!
  Ayy
  [Outro]
  And I'm so sorry for the wait too
  I'm so sorry, so sorry; woo
  This-this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
  And I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry