conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Drugs Only with the following description: The seventh track off of the Migos colab mixtape, Street On Lock.
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conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Chill Will]
  Nigga better not run up on me
  Run up on me, run up on me
  Run up on me, run up on me
  Run up on me, run up on me
  Or he gonna be a dead homie
  Dead homie, dead homie
  Dead homie, dead homie
  Dead homie, dead homie
  This spot is for drugs only
  [Verse 1: Quavo]
  Pulling up in a big wheelie
  Cooking dope, just me and Chilly
  Stuffing the bricks in the Bentley
  I wrap it and send it to Philly
  This a drug only area you trippin'
  Phew, the pack gone missing missing
  Gggraow, gggraow, the bullet gon' hit him
  Young nigga young nigga we realer
  I hang we with gorillas
  My niggas dope dealers
  You short with the guala?
  Call Skippa the Flippa [Verse 2: Takeoff]
  The coca that cola, I'm smoking a blunt
  Like that purple come from Minnesota
  The plug hit my Motorola
  He talking bout shipping it over
  Can't fold you gotta roll over
  That's what them OG D told me
  Me and Chill Will, popping the seal
  Diamonds on chill, Forgi my wheel
  Flipping the brick trying to get me a M
  Trap spot, no Jay Z, J got that hard knock
  Cameras on my [?] block
  [Chorus: Chill Will]
  This spot is for drugs only
  Drugs only, drugs only
  Drugs only, drugs only
  Drugs only, drugs only
  Got a whole lot of money on me
  Money on me, money on me
  Money on me, money on me
  Money on me, money on me
  Nigga better not run up on me
  Run up on me, run up on me
  Run up on me, run up on me
  Run up on me, run up on me
  Or he gonna be a dead homie
  Dead homie, dead homie
  Dead homie, dead homie
  Dead homie, dead homie
  This spot is for drugs only [Verse 3: Chill Will]
  I tell you right now
  I don't really play bout that
  You done went and made me mad
  I tell you right now
  A nigga can't tell me nothing
  You ain't never sold me nothing
  Count the money I'm sweatin' (Woo!)
  10 squares I'm blessed
  Your girl on my dick cause there's ice around my neck
  This song is for thugs only, this house is for drugs only
  This kitchen, no refrigerator
  Just a stove in it with a pot on it
  All this big money on me, now I gotta keep a gun on me
  Niggas trying to run a trick play then they gonna have to bury homie
  Short barrel, Gary Coleman, 81 bullets, Terrell Owens
  I'm VIP, members only
  Pulling these hoes like [?]
  911, operator
  New Jaguar, space invader
  Let a nigga run, gonna get done up, trying to fuck up my come up
  [Chorus: Chill Will]
  This spot is for drugs only
  Drugs only, drugs only
  Drugs only, drugs only
  Drugs only, drugs only
  Got a whole lot of money on me
  Money on me, money on me
  Money on me, money on me
  Money on me, money on me
  Nigga better not run up on me
  Run up on me, run up on me
  Run up on me, run up on me
  Run up on me, run up on me
  Or he gonna be a dead homie
  Dead homie, dead homie
  Dead homie, dead homie
  Dead homie, dead homie
  This spot is for drugs only [Verse 4: Bankroll Fresh]
  This spot is for drugs only, this spot is for plugs only
  357 [?] slug on me, VVS shining like bulbs on me
  Hit your ass in your mug homie
  Fuck around you have a dead homie
  Chill Will and street money
  Running through a hundred on an easy Sunday
  You pour [?] not Giovanni
  Serve it in real glass, this bitch bunkin'
  Got real juugs coming from the contra
  Nigga how you want it, hard or soft
  Re-up and flip it 'fo I take a loss
  Super clear clarity, hear it in his cloths
  Got cameras everyone in this spot
  Got gambino dope in this pot
  Flatscreens everywhere on the wall
  Got choppers on the floor, fuck the law
  All I got is my word and my balls
  Super-charged motor with the [?]
  This spot is for drugs only
  This spot for making drug money
  This spot this bitch bunkin'
  Thank the lord for rubber bands, keep 'em coming
  [Chorus: Chill Will]
  This spot is for drugs only
  Drugs only, drugs only
  Drugs only, drugs only
  Drugs only, drugs only
  Got a whole lot of money on me
  Money on me, money on me
  Money on me, money on me
  Money on me, money on me
  Nigga better not run up on me
  Run up on me, run up on me
  Run up on me, run up on me
  Run up on me, run up on me
  Or he gonna be a dead homie
  Dead homie, dead homie
  Dead homie, dead homie
  Dead homie, dead homie
  This spot is for drugs only