conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called I Don’t Like the Look of It with the following description: A version of this song using the same beat as Meek Mill’s “Willy Wonka”, produced by Jahlil Beats, appears on Gudda’s mixtape Back 2 Guddaville as “Willy Wonka”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  I don't like the look of it
  [Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
  Okay, I'm sippin on the syrup, got a nigga movin slow
  I'm all about the money, what the fuck you think I do it for?
  Bitch don't act like you don't know, I'm killin all these rap niggas
  Custom made caskets for yo' motherfuckin funeral
  Keep the women with me, shit I gotta keep like two or more
  Party everyday, like we won the fuckin Super Bowl
  Chillin wit my nigga Mack, he keep bitches handy
  White girl on the table, let 'em sniff the nose candy
  When I'm walkin by, the women sayin, "Who is that nigga?"
  I replied, "Hi, I am Gudda Gudda, that nigga!"
  I was raised in the home of the cap splitters
  Whip on 24's, watch it crawl like a caterpillar
  I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal
  And you's a motherfuckin duck, Daffy-dil
  I'm from the school of hard knocks, where we scrap and kill
  Pick the knife or gun or you can get the package deal
  I'm hot, nigga, burnin everything around me
  I was lost for a minute, took a while but I found me (Gudda)
  The streets say I'm king but the game'll never crown me (Gudda)
  Realest nigga doin it just ask them niggas 'round me (Gudda)
  So you cain't size me up or try to clown a—
  Shark in the water, jump in and I'ma drown you
  New Orleans nigga, gun out, I'ma down you
  Put niggas to sleep like a muh'fuckin' downer (Gudda)
  I'm a Great White, you's a flounder
  Fish and a bitch, I tuna eveything around you
  UHaul Gudda, movin everything around you (Yeah)
  It's Young Money, bitch! At the top is where they found us, nigga [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  Ugh, goons on deck, Marley don't shoot 'em
  Silence on the gun, watch a nigga mute 'em
  The coach in the booth, call me Jon Gruden
  School these niggas, they all my students
  All jokes aside, I ain't playin with ya
  The weed broke down, like a transmission
  Tha chopper spin him 'round, like a ballerina
  Bitch I'm still spittin like I ate a jalape-na
  I'm from uptown, my bitch from Argentina
  My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
  Stunt so hard, it's all y'all fault
  And when it come to beef, give me A1 Sauce
  I ain't worryin 'bout shit, everything paid out
  You could catch me courtside in 
  Dwayne Wade house
  With a high yellow thick bitch wit her legs out
  Cash Money president, but we in a red house
  Who the fuck want it? Make my fuckin day
  I blow your candles out, now nigga cut the cake
  I gotta eat, bitch! Like a runaway
  Y'all niggas ain't eatin, stomach ache
  Okay, all these bitches, and niggas still hatin
  I used to be ballin, but now I'm Bill Gatein
  Fuckin with my iPhone, bumpin' Illmatic
  I'm on the road to riches
  , there's just a lil' traffic
  Hair still platted, thuggin is a habit
  Keep my guitar, hip hop Lenny Kravitz
  Bunch of bad bitches and I fuck 'em like rabbits
  Dope dick Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, uh