conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Daytona with the following description: This track was first previewed by Lil Uzi Vert on April 20, 2020 with a snippet posted to Twitter.
  The track’s title is unconfirmed and it is currently unclear if the track will appear on any of Uzi’s upcoming projects. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Refrain]
  Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha
  This is not Siberian, these Saudi sweats, yeah, yeah (Saudi sweats)
  Twenty-seven gang, bitch, I hope I'm blessed, yeah, yeah (Twenty-seven gang, hope I'm blessed)
  Pull up on a stain, I made twenty checks, ayy, ayy (Gang, gang, gang)
  [Verse 1]
  Alright, alright, alright (Alright), I got some opps outside (Outside)
  I get that guap outside (Outside), I got some thots outside (Said, thots)
  My 
  mink
   came with a fox (A fox), my whip came with a box (A box)
  My F.N. got the lock (The lock), squeeze off that shit, stay to—
  [Chorus]
  I got too much guap, now watch me match mine back, match mine back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
  Emblem on my pants, and I still got Garcia on my hat
   (Yeah)
  I could make you dance, R.I.Ps, they bustin' out my strap (Yeah, yeah)
  I got hella bands, I put crack cocaine all in her crack (Let's go)
  [Verse 2]
  Bitch, I just did it real big (Let's go)
  Pull up with a chopper, not a Sig (Yeah)
  My boy just did a hit (Let's go)
  Had to send that boy right off the grid (Huh?)
  Okay, whip it up, right off the grid (Ayy)
  Told that bitch, "Come on, give me that head" (Ayy)
  I do not want that pussy instead (Ayy)
  Chop that loaf, I just want all the bread (Ayy)
  Pop that perc' like that bitch was impaired (Huh?)
  Got that ice on my neck, need a sled (What?)
  Got a whole lotta mo'fuckin' 'Wock (Wow)
  I'ma pour it like Whole Lotta Red
   (Yeah)
  Okay, Lil Uzi countin' the dead (Let's go)
  Too much money, can't count up the rest (Let's go)
  Like three hundred all on my neck (Woo)
  And a nigga not countin' his wrist (His wrist)
  Nigga, I say what I want (I want)
  Bitch, I'm takin' a risk (Ha-ha-ha)
  Takin' that acid, see Ricky and Morty
  That poor girl had asked if my rims got them Forgi's (Ayy)
  Don't fuck with old niggas, they is too corny (Ha-ha-ha)
  Me and you probably got two different .40's (Ayy)
  Mine is a Glock, yours is a Barrette (Ha-ha-ha)
  Clip on mine probably is clear (Woah)
  All of my checks gonna clear (Ayy)
  I'ma take off in a jet (Ayy)
  She tryna have 
  sex
   in the clear (Ayy)
  She keep gettin' my shirt wet (Ayy)
  "How you get that guap, Lil Uzi, like that?", I just take my time
  Prayin' to that Ben Franklin, money damn my slime
  Bitch I'm rich, Thug voice, can't go broke, 
  Quan voice
   (Slime)
  Bitch I'm rich, Thug voice (Slatt), can't go broke, 
  Quan voice
   (Slime)
  Sip some syrup, high voice, pockets stuffed, thyroids
  Lambo 
  bull
  , no horse, do the hit and hide the corpse [Chorus]
  I got too much guap, now watch me match mine back, match mine back
  Emblem on my pants, and I still got Garcia on my hat
  I could make you dance, R.I.Ps, they bustin' out my strap
  I got hella bands, I put crack cocaine all in her crack
  I got too much guap, now watch me match mine back, match mine back (Let's go)
  Emblem on my pants, and I still got Garcia on my hat
  I could make you dance, R.I.Ps, they bustin' out my strap
  I got hella bands, I put crack cocaine all in her crack
  [Refrain]
  Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha (Ha-ha-ha)
  This is not Siberian, these Saudi sweats, yeah, yeah
  Twenty-seven gang, bitch, I hope I'm blessed, yeah, yeah (I hope I'm blessed)
  Pull up on a stain, I made twenty checks, ayy, ayy (Pull up on a stain)
  [Verse 3]
  Niggas ain't the same, ain't no goin' back, ayy, ayy (Going back)
  She made me a deep thinker 'cause that girl got like twenty necks (Huh?)
  My niggas, they made it from the struggle, yes, struggle, yes (Yeah, y-yeah)
  My niggas was in the jail cell, now they layin' on a jet (Jet)
  My niggas go where I go, that's a fact, that's a fact (That's a fact)
  My niggas, they throwin' waters, they was just out throwin' TEC's (Yeah, brrt)
  My niggas was servin' water and that fent' (Fentanyl), and that fent' (And that fentanyl)
  I got niggas in Atlanta that was locked up in that set (Oh my God)
  Octopus, Ursula diamonds on my neck, I'm like, shit (Um, yeah)
  Every time I pull up on your bitch, I gotta lay my waste (What?) [Chorus]
  I got too much guap, now watch me match mine back, match mine back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
  Emblem on my pants, and I still got Garcia on my hat (Emblem on my pants and I-)
  I could make you dance (I could make you-), R.I.Ps, they bustin' out my strap (Yeah, yeah)
  I got hella bands, I put crack cocaine all in her crack (Yeah)
  [Bridge]
  Phew, alright
  Opps outside (Outside)
  Outside, outside (Woo)
  Said, thots
  A fox
  A box
  The lock
  Baow, pow
  My block
  (On my block) My block
  (Still on my block) My block
  (I'm on my block) My block
  (On my block) My block
  (On my block) My block
  (On my block) My block
  [Chorus]
  I got too much guap, now watch me match mine back, match mine back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
  Emblem on my pants, and I still got Garcia on my hat
   (Yeah, yeah)
  I could make you dance, R.I.Ps, they bustin' out my strap (Yeah, yeah)
  I got hella bands, I put crack cocaine all in her crack (Blaow)