conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Diamonds Dancing with the following description: “Diamonds Dancing” sees Young Thug and Gunna reunite with close friend and frequent collaborator Travis Scott on a mellow track produced by YSL producer Turbo.
  The track was teased several times in snippets ever since July 2020 by YSL artists and associates such as Gunna, Young Thug, Karlae, and Booka Loc. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Young Thug]
  All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing 'round this bitch
  I'm Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist
   (
  Run that back, Turbo
  )
  Put Giuseppes on my kids, put Chanel Coco on my bitch
  Put that four-four on the switch, then you cock, pop, pop, then dip
  I've been in the trenches, the trap, to be specific
  I fell in love with my bitches, then sold 'em for some riches
  This money be my missus, drive me crazy, I need Ritalin
  I told 'em, "I'm so slimy, I'm so shady, I admit it, yeah"
  [Verse 1: Young Thug & 
  Travis Scott
  ]
  Slatt like to shoot, slatt like to murk
  Twenty-one gun salute (Baow), drilling, putting in work (Yeah)
  Cut his tonsils out (Woo), I said it'd hurt (Ayy)
  Keep a new four-four, yeah, let it burst
  Pockets Honey Kettlе, keep on pedal
  Get my own cheddar, all my dogs bеtter
  Honeycomb bezel, we make opps jitter
  Maison Margielas, cases get settled
  Here, clean the cookie off, family, Travis, the Scotts (
  Yeah
  )
  Servin' the bags, I'm cookin' the stove
  Came in the spot and we servin' with soap
  I was just spazzing, finding the flow
  I'm with some Crips, down with some Locs
  Hand in the pot, I'm with some Bloods
  How many slatts? Leave it to us (Yeah)
  Yeah, countin' racks, smokin' on pot
  Yeah, I upgraded my thot
  Yeah, I upgraded my spots
  Yeah, thots chickened out
  Woo, yeah, the spots upgraded, now them bitches chickened out
  Hey, thirty-five burnt hundreds on my pocket watch [Chorus: Young Thug, 
  Young Thug & Gunna
  ]
  All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing 'round this bitch
  I'm Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist
  Put Giuseppes on my kids, put Chanel Coco on my bitch
  Put that four-four on the switch, then you cock, pop, pop, then dip
  I've been in the trenches, the trap, to be specific
  I fell in love with my bitches, then sold 'em for some riches
  This money be my missus, drive me crazy, I need Ritalin
  I told 'em, "I'm so slimy, I'm so shady, 
  I admit it, yeah"
  [Verse 2: Gunna & 
  Travis Scott
  ]
  Only designer tees (Designer tees)
  I heard they plottin' on me (They plottin')
  These niggas thought it was sweet (Sweet)
  We had to put 'em to sleep (Put 'em to sleep)
  Counted two million this week (Two M)
  Couldn't take my time with the freak (Let's go)
  She asked for that big Birkin B (B)
  Your bitch, she been tellin' the tea (Tellin' the tea)
  A YSL member (YSL)
  Rocking SL denim (Slatt, slatt)
  Put a few shells in 'em (Slatt)
  Just a young player nigga (Yeah)
  She wanna suck this pickle, yeah
  Might spend a couple nickels, yeah
  They'll never try a nigga (Try a nigga)
  Shoot it up, Brian Nichols
  New Ghost, Patrick Swayze, shady baby, loco, crazy (Loco)
  Southside, but not JD, pull up, AMG Mercedes (Mercedes)
  CC on my lady (CC), that's Celine, that's not Chane'-ne' (Chane'-ne')
  Big dog with no rabies, wake up, everyday a payday (Payday, 
  ooh
  ) [Verse 3: Travis Scott]
  In your city, lookin' for a move incognito
  Jeffrey with me, now we gotta run it back, Turbo
  She thinkin' villa, I was thinkin' two weeks on a boat (Yeah)
  Got bunnies with ya, my dogs are jackalopes, hop on, let's go (Let's go)
  Feelin' like Hugh Hefner (Yeah), my hoes came together (Yeah)
  Not a Gina (Yeah), this Martin y Coretta (Dream)
  At the crib, Coachella ('Chella), 
  Cactis in the cellar
   (Ah)
  Creep out like cartelers, Cactus Slatt forever (Slatt)
  Yeah, diamonds King Kong, how they beatin' on my chest (Ah, King Kong)
  Uh, the link so long, this shit 'bout to touch my dick (Link)
  Up to summer strong, and we got another stretch (Team)
  November come, won't you pop out at the fest? (It's lit)
  Feel it on my body, it's a movie, ayy, ayy (Yeah)
  It was just one night, it felt like a sci-fi (Fi)
  We dodgin' the sun, only way we come alive (Alive)
  We've been on the run
  How you do that? How you do that? Yeah (It's lit)
  [Chorus: Gunna, 
  Gunna & Young Thug
  ]
  All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing 'round this bitch
  Uh, Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist
  Put Giuseppes on my kid, put Chanel Coco on my bitch
  Put that four-four on the switch, then you cock, cock, pop, then dip
  I've been in the trenches, this trap, to be specific
  I fell in love with my bitches, then sold 'em for some riches
  This money be my missus, drive me crazy, I need Ritalin
  I told 'em, "I'm so slimy, I'm so shady, I admit it, yeah"