conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Don’t Shoot Em with the following description: This is the 14th track off Dedication 6: Reloaded. It is a remix of “Left Da Bank” by Zaytoven and Young Dolph.
  This is Marley G’s second appearance on the mixtape and Rich The Kid’s first appearance. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Marley G]
  Zaytoven!
  Marley! Yeah!
  Brrp!
  Marley G, blood
  Don't shoot 'em
  [Verse 1: Marley G & 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  Black out my red bandana (
  Yeah
  )
  Dressed in all red like Santa (
  Yeah
  )
  Me and Tune riding in the Phantom (
  Skrrt
  )
  Spiked out my Pineapple Fanta (
  Sippin'
  )
  My flows sick like cancer (
  Sick shit
  )
  Doing the drugs at a random (
  Tripple
  )
  Bitch I ball like Amber (
  Ballin'
  )
  Keeping one in the chamber
  Fucking your bitch in the Hamptons
  Checking my diamonds, nothing fugazi
  All of you niggas is shady
  Crack flow, 80s baby (
  Yeah
  )
  Hella wavy on them hoes
  Pop a perc on them hoes
  Giver her something for her nose
  All them bitches down to roll
  Swerving all in your lane
  Don't crash, feel the pain
  Dope music in my veins
  Skating on em with Lil Wayne [Interlude: Rich The Kid & 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  Boom, boom
  Rich (
  Rich
  )
  [Verse 2: Rich The Kid & 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  Way too much ice now I'm skating on em
  Flexing I pull out the Wraith homie (What?)
  He saving these hoes put a cape on him (damn)
  New freezer the water my neck homie (yahhhhh)
  Pronto took her to the condo (condo)
  I'm balling on niggas like Lonzo
  Too foreign you dont get no convo (hello?)
  Too rich I dont need no broke hoe (no!)
  Sprite in the Pineapple Fanta (Fanta)
  Kill every song like cancer (cancer)
  Put it in the lock do damage (damage)
  Once I fuck a bitch she vanish (vanish)
  I bust on her boobies (boobies)
  Pull out the camera we making a movie
  Look up to Lil Tunechi (yuh?)
  I came out the trap now I smoke out a cutie
  She graduated but the head stupid (oh!)
  Might tell my shooter go and do it (blrrp!)
  Off the lot had a top gone lose it (skrrt!)
  And they all taking pictures they groupies
  Fuck the Patek (yeah)
  She a real model but I just want the neck (ahh)
  Give me a sec, big jet on the way to a check [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
  Okay, okay, okay (okay)
  Me and your bae soulmates
  But if that hoe disobey, it's back to Chipotle
  Beat that pussy up, no foreplay
  Oscar De La Hoya
  She ride this dick like horse play
  I send her back bowlegged
  She go right, left (ah), she go both ways (yeah)
  When he asked she say "no way"
  I can make her play her role and roleplay (yeah)
  I can make a redbone feel rosé
  AK leave his head gone with no face (bah!)
  Wu-Tang, my killers Ghostface
  All my AKs 24K (blrrp!)
  And Gold Diggers dig your grave
  Okay, Tunechi Keyser Söze (yeah)
  Smoking that gas need Rolaids (yeah)
  Sippin lean fast that's slow pace
  If the bitch bad I showcase, okay
  100 thou cash on the pillowcase (yah)
  One in each hand that's lifting weights
  This dick make a bad bitch ricochet (yuh)
  Your bitch is in here swallowing like Minute Maid
  God damn, okay okay okay (okay)
  D.E.A., D.O.A (okay)
  I aim right at your shades (okay)
  Then let off that roach spray (brrr)
  Y'all boys soft as crochet, I take off with no brakes
  I try not to leave no trace
  But I dripped sauce the whole way
  Damn, I'm a boss I pay me, I got lost like KD
  I go off like Dray Green
  Pop a perc go KG
  Man I'm unwired like Dre Beats (yeah)
  Repping them big big big B's (yeah)
  All y'all drenched restin in peace (yeah)
  Dedication 6 sick six feet, Six shit
  Medication quick quick quick please
  I'm impatient Imma need a MD (yeah)
  The doctor said all I need is M-E (yeah)
  Your thot in here tryna get me tipsy (yeah)
  Your thot in here tryna give me hickeys (damn)
  And now she's tryna tell me how to live free (damn)
  Never let a stripper give you tips please
  That's some six shit [Outro: Lil Wayne]
  The craziest shit Nicki has ever bought for me as gift was a pair of shoes. The shoes look like uh my teeth. That's definitely..and uhm I've actually never worn 'em. They like a pair of shoes where you know you always set them bitches out the night befo' you're like yeah I'm definitely wearin them tonight...and then soon as its time to get ready, you like now this is not the event for these type a shoes. And uhm.. yall already know the type of events I go to. So, if I feel like the event ain't enough for the shoes then you know it's a crazy ass pair of shoes. Shout out my girl Nicki, she coulda just bought me a picture of her. You know...I won't say what kind of picture. You know what I mean--if it's for my birthday or Christmas.. know what I mean