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conversations.value: Write me a song called Flexing on Purpose with the following description: For his first single from Diary of the Streets II, Ralo connects with the 2016 XXL Freshmen Lil Uzi Vert and 21 Savage, as well as trap heavyweight Young Thug, to create a banging track showing off their wealth.
  On Complex, Ralo revealed how this song came together:
  
  The song came together at Young Thug video shoot for “Big Racks”. Thug asked me to be in the video and Lil Uzi was on the song […] I’ve known Thug for years, growing up in Atlanta and we reconnected on the music tip. Thug introduced me to Lil Uzi and we chopped it about doing a record.
  I connected with 21 through Shy Glizzy […] when Shy comes to Atlanta he’ll come to my crib. One day he brought 21 Savage through and the rest is history.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Ralo, 
  Lil Uzi Vert
  , 
  21 Savage
   & 
  Young Thug
  ]
  I got Lil Uzi on the track
  Ayy, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi
  21 Savage, where you at?
  21, 21, 21
  Ayy, slime
  Hahaha
  Fam Goon shit 
  (Ayy)
  Fam Goon shit 
  (Ayy)
  Fam Goon shit 
  (Ayy)
  [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Um, yeah, I'm flexin' on purpose, ayy
  That bitch, she get on my nerves, ayy
  I move that work like the first, ayy
  Jump in a foreign, I skrrt, yeah
  I'm flexin' on purpose, ayy
  That bitch, she get on my nerves, ayy
  I move that work like the first, ayy
  Jump in a foreign, I skrrt, yeah
  I do not need that little ho, ayy
  Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, ayy
  Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah
  Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah
  You know your bitch is my ho, ayy
  Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, ayy
  You know your bitch is my ho, ayy
  Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, ayy [Verse 1: Ralo]
  I cannot ever be celibate
  I cop more shots than the president
  I got some shit they can never get
  I been some places they never been
  I asked 'em never compare me to rappers
  I don't need the hassle, you know I'm a trapper
  You what I'm after, you know I'ma get it
  They said I couldn't but nigga I did it
  Do you remember them callin' me trash?
  Now I got trash bags of cash
  I done got over more bumps than the rash
  I can put all of these niggas on blast
  I might not never get signed
  I won't drop a dime that ain't on my kind
  Tell 'em that I'm never retirin'
  That shit is declined, I am on my grind
  I got your bitch, she said that I'm better
  She want me to settle
  You bought her some shoes
  She not Cinderella, you gotta do better
  That pussy be raining, I bring the umbrella
  I kept it 100 since we been together
  She know I'm the realest, you ain't gotta tell her
  I'm flexin' on purpose, you niggas is jealous [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Uhm, ya, I'm flexin' on purpose
  Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves
  Aye, I move that work like the first
  Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah
  I'm flexin' on purpose, aye
  Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves
  Aye, I move that work like the first
  Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah
  I do not need that little ho, aye
  Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye
  Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah
  Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah
  You know your bitch is my ho, aye
  Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye
  You know your bitch is my ho, aye
  Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye
  [Verse 2: Young Thug]
  Bitch dab, dab
  I'm on Miley Ave
  Pull up in a cab (skrrt)
  Stop in the plug for a slab
  But not while the dope in the lab
  I fuck me a bitch in the cab
  I'm drinkin' on lean and my crown
  I put ice on all of my styles, yeah
  Donovan money McNabb
  Like the Joker I laugh
  Big old mink like a lamb
  Jaden and Willow, I am
  Hold up, ho-ho-ho, hold up
  Geeked up motor and cam
  Ice on water like damn
  So forever with some grams
  I'm a different little species
  I know they wanna be me
  I want green like a kiwi
  Great ménage, shout out Beanie
  Clip the water like genies
  And my lawyers gon' free me
  Fuck her out that bikini
  Ho don't say it unless you mean me [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Uhm, ya, I'm flexin' on purpose
  Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves
  Aye, I move that work like the first
  Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah
  I'm flexin' on purpose, aye
  Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves
  Aye, I move that work like the first
  Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah
  I do not need that little ho, aye
  Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye
  Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah
  Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah
  You know your bitch is my ho, aye
  Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye
  You know your bitch is my ho, aye
  Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye
  [Verse 3: 21 Savage]
  Kick that little bitch to the curb
  Treat that little bitch like a bird
  Little bitch you know I'm about action
  Little bitch you know I'm a verb
  I chase after bands and I tackle
  I hang around American gangster
  Wright Street had me shackled
  They caught me with green, now they call me a Packer
  Forgi's on the 'Vette, stagger
  In my face I got a dagger
  I catch your bitch and I'ma bag her
  Get that mouth and bend her backwards
  Get that mouth and then it's over
  I grab that fork and beat the soda
  I want money like I'm HOVA (Jay Z!)
  VVS's cause they colder
  VVS's cause they colder
  Please don't try to race cause you gon' blow your motor
  Made a million off of fuckin' Motorola
  Tryna make a million nigga, beat the bowl up
  Diamonds sick, nigga, like they got Ebola
  Me and Ralo ball like Stephen, Kyle Korver
  Tryna get a hundred pounds across the border
  Fam Goon nigga, don’t get slaughtered
  [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Uhm, ya, I'm flexin' on purpose
  Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves
  Aye, I move that work like the first
  Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah
  I'm flexin' on purpose, aye
  Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves
  Aye, I move that work like the first
  Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah
  I do not need that little ho, aye
  Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye
  Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah
  Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah
  You know your bitch is my ho, aye
  Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye
  You know your bitch is my ho, aye
  Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye
  [Outro: Ralo + (Lil Uzi Vert) + 
  21 Savage
  ]
  Fam Goon shit (yeah)
  Fam Goon shit (yeah)
  Fam Goon shit (yeah)
  Fam Goon shit
  Fam Goon, nigga don't get slaughtered