conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Small Thing to a Giant with the following description: Your petty insults mean nothing to someone the size of Gudda Gudda!
  Lil Wayne shows up with a guest verse for his protegeExpand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
  I'm about that drama
  You fucking with the kind of nigga that got a gangster grill
  Yelling diamonds when I ramble nigga
  So don't cross me, got ammo like Rambo
  Nigga likes to gamble, you crapped out
  You bad gambling nigga
  Niggas moving fast gotta pump the brakes on 'em
  They better pump 'em fast before I beat the brakes off 'em
  My goon's real hungry looking for a real break
  And you's a real phony looking like a big steak
  So get your shit straight before I grab the big eight
  Hit you in your left eye, now you can't see shit straight
  Ray Charles niggas blind to the fact --
  While you was in your class, I was grinding getting scratch
  The night grind and you get scratched
  Now you cryin' like a bitch
  You a bird, got wings I'm-a fly you with the pack
  These little niggas got the nerve, these niggas under me
  I put you under my wing, niggas you's a son to me
  [Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
  Small thing to a giant (x4)
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  Guess what? Streets off paper
  And me I'm praying for probation
  Like my ancestors prayed for segregation
  I'm a predator, when I prey I don't mean meditation
  I mean vegetation, fuck the Feds and fuck the federation
  And every agent.
   
  Man I want that Asian, sexy like a Geisha
  Get up in her stomach like Ignatia
  I'm a stop
  Nah let me keep going
  C4ing, we blowing
  Up you better be detouring if we're touring
  And she's snoring cause he boring
  Shawty need a refund -- bring her back. But when it comes to me
  She pre-ordering, and re-ordering and re-ordering
  I leap, ball and I freefall and I sleep all in that pussy
  And when she calling I don't answer
  But she keep calling and keep calling
  And we balling like b-balling, as a matter of fact like street balling
  We evolving, they dissolving
  Cincinnatti Reds hat, red black
  Cops find your body but they don't know where your head at
  I'm going in like wet pussy, no money that sounds like death to me
  Bitch, I don't give a motherfuck
  Yeah I'm leaning, 'bout to pour me up another cup
  Yeah I'm high, 'bout to roll me up another blunt
  I roll a Biggie Small, now here's another one
  I'm in love with Wayne
  Long hair don't care, bitch call me Rick James
  Weezy that nigga, and don't forget the baby you fucking baby sitters [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
  Small thing to a giant (x4)
  [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
  I'm going in like I'm going home
  20 thousand on my wrist and my neck that's my rolling stone
  Went from being broke with not a pot to piss in
  Now I've got a pocket full of dead politicians
  Stop nigga, listen, cause I'm about to break the game down
  No toilet paper homie when I'm shittin'
  Fly boy, hover over niggas like a flying saucer
  Y.M. roll deep, don't make me call the bosses
  Y.M. gon' eat and run like break-fast
  Been running for too long, it's time to take cash
  And I'm gonna smother the game cause no air kills
  And for the money I eat beats up like they're grilled
  Bitches love me, when they stare I give them rare chills
  But Money's over her, she can't see in a pair of heels
  Young nigga 'bout to bleed the game
  Throw a stack at them hoes and tell 'em, "keep the change"
  Gasoline flow, light the match, watch it spark
  Fire jumping off my lips every time I talk
  Living legend in the flesh, I'm the champ, yes
  I'm serving niggas like my name was Pete Sampras
  Get hyphy if you want and I'm a shake them dreads
  And go dumb with the tool upside your head
  Who want it? You get him, I taunt him
  Take all his money then I take a shit on him
  Your whole clique is phony: My Little Ponies
  Gudda walk alone and shit my shadow is my army
  Why I need a nigga when I got my tool on me?
  My lil' buddy got bullets like the army
  Militant thoughts, like I train with Al-Qaeda
  Raid a nigga crib with a boxcutter razor
  Look so bow down to the chief, the champ
  Dictator in these streets nigga, sign the stamp