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conversations.value: Write me a song called Take Off (Remix) with the following description: Popp Hunna enlists Philly rapper, Lil Uzi Vert, once again to hop on the remix of one of Popp Hunna’s songs, “Take Off”.
  The song was removed from streaming platforms, after the allegations that Popp Hunna was facing at the time. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Popp Hunna]
  Uh (
  Eastjack on the track
  )
  [Chorus: Popp Hunna & 
  Lil Uzi Vert
  ]
  (Hunna) Popp came up, he the motherfuckin' man (Man)
  How the fuck he go like straight to the top?
  He was just locked up in the motherfuckin' can (Can)
  And the party go down if I step in (
  FiveSixOne, run that, bruh
  )
  I'ma ball like I'm Scottie Pippen (Ah, ah)
  They be like, "Popp, you so motherfuckin' hot"
  If you stand too close then you might catch a tan
   (
  Yeah
  )
  Now I can see why it's more than a band
  Bro brought a drum and he sayin', "Let's rock" (What? What? What? What? What?)
  Uh, I don't fuck with no cop
  No red light, man, I won't stop (
  Skrrt
  , yeah, yeah)
  Uh, ain't cuffin' no thot
  Just want the top, man, I don't want the box (Woah, woah, 
  yeah
  )
  Uh, I don't fuck with no opps
  Gang tryna kill so we spinnin' they blocks (Brrt)
  [Verse 1: Popp Hunna & 
  Lil Uzi Vert
  ]
  The shit go left when shit hit the fan
  Niggas always talkin' all that shit on thе Gram (Ayy)
  We gon' pull up to your block in a van
  Shit all fun and jokes 'til your man get blammеd (Go, go, go)
  Shed light on your block, man, this a new land
  He was acting tough, pulled up, then he ran (Popp)
  This how you tell that I'm straight from the gutter
  I walk in the spot with a gun in my pants (Ayy)
  .223, man, this shit going up
  Fah-fah-fah, man, right at your top (Top)
  Even if I don't even got me a gun
  If I swing first then the gang gon' ride (Woah, woah)
  From the North to the South, that's mob ties
  Same old gang-gang, squad-squad (Grrah, grrah)
  Everybody shoot shit, look out
  Now you a pack, you Zaza (Brrt)
  Run right down and we takin' your shit
  Like a STD, man, you just got burnt
  Try to fall back, I'm a rockstar now
  I'ma jump in the crowd like Lil Uzi Vert (
  Vert
  , yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Yeah
  Doors go up 'cause I stay in the Lamb' (Skrrt)
  Peanut butter seats, bitch, I got it out the jam (Jam, uh-huh)
  All-white diamonds, I don't even know the clan (Ayy, ayy)
  Bitch gave me the top, yeah, she made my tool stand (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
  Made a million dollars of the muhfuckin' all pots and pans (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
  I just made a bitch turn to my thot (Ayy, ayy, my thot, mm)
  Mm, I only gave five bands (Ayy, ayy, five bands)
  Real nigga shit and it's all in the plan (Ayy, ayy, plan)
  I was just talkin' to Popp (Ayy, ayy, to Popp)
  Hunnid diamonds on me and they wet like the dam (Ayy, ayy)
  Rocks on my socks, these Guccis, no Stans (Ayy, ayy, let's go)
  Bugatti cost me a whole million (Ayy, ayy)
  Actually, one point five
  Shit, cousin, bro was just in the can (Ayy)
  Now our diamonds all spick and span (Woah, woah)
  If you want beef then you'll get dropped (Get dropped, baow)
  Boy, better listen to your mans (To your mans)
  Try to act tough, you a fan (You a fan)
  Young mans tryna shake my hands (It's a fact)
  When I'm in the mall even got my Glock (My Glock)
  Please don't get blammed (Frrp, yeah)
  I just count me a new ten (Yeah, what?)
  I feel like I'm Cam (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
  Alright, I'm goin' ham, yeah (Ayy)
  No I don't eat pork, yeah (No, ayy)
  Alright, pull up a Porsche, yeah (A Porsche)
  I put it right up in sport, yeah (Skrrt)
  Drive like a course (A course), yeah
  Freshest of course (Of course), yeah
  Fuck a lil' whore (A whore), yeah
  I'm way on board (On board), yeah
  Let's go [Chorus: Popp Hunna, 
  Lil Uzi Vert
  , 
  Popp Hunna & Lil Uzi Vert
  ]
  (Hunna) Popp came up, he the motherfuckin' man (
  Man
  )
  How the fuck he go like straight to the top? (
  Ayy
  )
  He was just locked up in the motherfuckin' can (
  Ayy, ayy
  , 
  can
  )
  And the party go down if I step in (
  Ayy
  )
  I'ma ball like I'm Scottie Pippen (Ah, ah, 
  ayy
  )
  They be like, "Popp, you so motherfuckin' hot" (
  Ayy
  )
  If you stand too close then you might catch a tan (
  Ayy, yeah
  )
  Now I can see why it's more than a band (
  What?
  )
  Bro brought a drum and he sayin', "Let's rock" (
  Let's rock, let's rock, let's rock, let's rock
  )
  Uh, I don't fuck with no cop
  No red light, man, I won't stop (Yeah, yeah, 
  what?
  )
  Uh, ain't cuffin' no thot
  Just want the top, man, I don't want the box (Woah, woah, 
  want top
  )
  Uh, I don't fuck with no opps
  Gang tryna kill so we spinnin' they blocks (Brrt, 
  baow
  )
  [Outro: Popp Hunna & 
  Lil Uzi Vert
  ]
  Hop in the Lambo', take off (
  Skrrt, skrrt
  )
  .40 gon' take your face off (
  Grrt, baow
  )
  Hop in the rocket, blast off
  Niggas wanna play with us, play ball
  I don't see haters, Ray Charles (
  Ooh
  )
  I'm on the block with a pack in my drawers
  Spend me a check when I go to the mall
  Pushin' the gas when I run from the law (
  Yeah
  )
  Pushin' the gas when I run from the law
  You know that I got that Glock in my drawers
  One false move, they knockin' you off, yeah, ayy
  I can really tell these boys are soft
  I can really do shit on my own