conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Pardon Me with the following description: On their first collaboration, Lil Yachty and Future rap about their violence, wealth, and sexual prowess. The song is named after “pardon me,” a common phrase that is used to apologize for a wrongdoing.
  “Pardon Me” was first teased by Mike WiLL Made-It on Instagram Live on March 26, 2020, but he only displayed Future’s vocals. Two days later, Yachty teased his contributions to the track and confirmed that it was his song. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Future]
  Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor
  Pardon me, I been still actin' poor
  Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor
  Pardon me, I been still actin' poor 
  (
  EarDrummers
  )
  Pardon me, I been still actin' poor
  Pardon me, mix the Act' in the store
  Pardon me, I been still actin' poor
  Pardon me, sippin' lean at the store (
  Mike WiLL, Mike WiLL
  )
  Pardon me, I been still actin' poor
  Pardon me, sippin' stain at the store
  Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor
  Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor
  Barkin', I put that knife on your throat
  Torture, I'ma set fire to that ho
  Walk in designer, head down to the toe
  Name the strip club, I throw it
  [Post-Chorus: Future]
  Hittin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T
  .
  Smashin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T
  .
  Feelin' like an igloo now
  Goons ready to hit you now
  [Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
  (Boat)
  Bring the big F out the house
  Let them fuck niggas know who really get foul
  Four hundred thousand right now (Right now)
  Four hundred thousand on me right now (Yeah)
  Pull up on the scene, tryna hit it right now
  I wrap the Bentley in snow (Yeah)
  Pull up at the house, she waitin' outside, the lil' bitch is ready to go
  Got a Sig Sauer, it's brown like boot
  It's still my brother, that nigga the truth, nigga the truth
  Twenty-five thousand for eight of my teeth
  Three thousand dollars for each every tooth
  In too close, pull back the top, shoot out the roof (Brrt), go poof
  I'ma start puttin' these bitches on MARTA
  I'ma stop puttin' broke hoes on charters
  Brother too muddy, he been through too much
  If you standin' and talkin', might black out the water
  I was twenty years old with six different whips
  Perfect good health, but bought ten different scripts (Woo)
  Dawg, it's cheaper to boot her out
  When niggas be flexin', nah, this ain't the same
  Promise it's more for my shit plain
  Niggas ain't P's, be lookin' like change
  Don't you forget who showed you more
  Showed you the life and you thought it was strange
  Had the driver pick your ass up from LaGrange
  In a black Range, I forgot bad hoes could be lame [Chorus: Future & 
  Lil Yachty
  ]
  Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor (
  Hoo
  )
  Pardon me, I been still actin' poor (
  Hoo
  )
  Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor (
  Hoo
  )
  Pardon me, I been still actin' poor (
  Woo
  )
  Pardon me, I been still actin' poor
  Pardon me, mix the Act' in the store
  Pardon me, I been still actin' poor
  Pardon me, sippin' lean at the store
  [Verse 2: Future]
  Pardon me, I'm 'bout to shit on this beat
  Pardon me, I just went crazy on a freak
  Pardon me, I cook that bon appétit
  Pardon me, I bought Chanel for ten G's
  Just for the pills and my syrup and my weed
  Pull out that Lam', I got somewhere to be
  I'm on that, she like
  Hit from the back and go deep and go
  I'm on that, she on that
  We on that, they on that
  Crocodile spillin' all over the burp
  Bought her a Birk', could've went bought a vert
  Sippin' on syrup got my cup turnin' purp'
  Pardon me, I got my side bitch on fleek
  Swiped out the AP and bought the Philippe
  Baguettes on her ankle, she walk so elite
  Flex double C's and she with them big B's
  Double my cup, man, I'm gone on that E
  VVS cut, she done turned to a freak
  Drivin' the Rolls and I came out on a key
  Play with that drum like I'm Tommy Lee
  Count up that money, I might just OD
  I took the R out of free, charge a fee
  Me and Lil Yachty done caught us a thottie [Chorus: Future]
  Pardon me, I been still actin' poor
  Pardon me, sippin' stain at the store
  Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor
  Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor
  Barkin', I put that knife on your throat
  Torture, I'ma set fire to that ho
  Walk in designer, head down to the toe
  Name the strip club, I throw it
  [Post-Chorus: Future]
  Hittin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T
  .
  Smashin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T
  .
  Feelin' like an igloo now
  Goons ready to hit you now