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conversations.value: Write me a song called Who with the following description: “Who” is the eighth track of Project E.T.  Esco Terrestrial this song features Young Thug and Future who have had some problems in the past. Although seeing this feature, the two Atlanta trap rappers may’ve buried their conflict.
  Thug said this on Twitter in November 2015.
  I have nun in the world against future I listen to his music His music makes me happy and I hope he continues to bless me and others with it.
   — Young Thug ひ (@youngthug)
  Their last collaboration together was set up by Metro Boomin who featured both artists on his song, “Chanel Vintage” back in 2014. They also collabed together on “California Rari”.
  The mellow, yet upbeat production by Metro Boomin and DJ Esco allows Future to spit his braggadocios bars yet blend in with Thug’s crooning voice. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Future]
  Foreign cars everywhere
  Bad bitches everywhere, take the tool everywhere
  We make this money everywhere
  Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
  These niggas straight outta the hood
  They goin' to Paris
  That whip that we whippin' exotic (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
  These bitches exotic on gas
  [Chorus: Young Thug]
  Pull up and hop out a foreign car (Woo)
  And I'm gettin' trailed by a foreign broad (Ow)
  I'm livin' life like an Avatar
  I got a stick when I pull up on y'all (Ow)
  Who the fuck think I'm a sucka?
  Who the fuck think I won't pull up and let loose? (Who the fuck? Who the fuck?)
  I got three bitches with me
  I'ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon' fuck the crew
  Who gonna stop me now? Who's gonna stop me now?
  Who's gonna stop me, boy? Who? (Woo)
  I can't get all of you, somebody come with me
  Just in case you can tie shoes (Woo)
  How many times have I told you
  If you don't fuck everyone that'll be rude? (Rude)
  How many times have I told you
  To bring me-me bags and you could be cool [Verse 1: Future]
  Check gang
  Let's have a moment of silence for niggas ain't 'round with us
  (Oh, oh, oh)
  Doin' bookin', come through (Ooh)
  Splash on niggas, on the gas on niggas (Ah)
  In Milan eatin' fettuccine (Woo)
  Front row with the fashion show niggas (Woo)
  Fuck around and go buy a Lamborghini (Woo-woo)
  I'm goin' NASCAR on niggas (Ha-hoo, ayy)
  Puffin' on the la-la
  I've been the fly guy when niggas rocked Izod
  I'm movin' chickens like Popeye (Oh)
  Old money, new money
  Nigga never gettin' old, threw a young nigga rock (Woo, rock)
  Cookin' up the raw dope right now
  Cookin' up the raw dope right now (Right now, ah)
  Used to break down a whole ounce (Ounce)
  I used to break down a whole ounce (Ounce, ounce)
  I gotta weigh the money up now
  It's takin' too long for me to count (Takin' too—)
  Decisions, decisions
  You fuckin' with me, that's a head on collision
  Them MACs and them TECs and them FNs, them .9s (Brr)
  We hustled, we struggled, we made it and grind (Yeah)
  Nigga this Avatar
  Ayy, the Young Thug goin' brazy, Young Thug goin' brazy (Sheesh) [Verse 2: Young Thug]
  Hannah Montana, bangin' in red bandanas, blatt, blatt
  They wanna fuck on me 'cause I keep choppas with ammo (Shoot, shoot-shoot)
  Niggas gon' hate on me cause I'm at the top with bro though (Woah)
  Ooh, head honcho, hold up, kick in your mom door, shoot with the .44 (Faow, phew)
  Hell is you doin'?
  Hold up, wait, I can't breathe, nigga (Slow down)
  Half a mil' I done took on my street, nigga (Swept up)
  All white, Thug fit, I won't eat, nigga (Shoot)
  Ran off with them keys, I won't see them niggas (Skrrt)
  Geeked up but the money geek
  I run bands up on another street
  Best stylist in the world can't dress me (No)
  Keep a pistol just in case he wanna test me, test me
  I keep racks and all of my niggas gon' eat
  I keep racks and all of my niggas gon' eat
  Where's Tar? Man, I need me some Xans'
  I just left the beach I'm having all of the sand, hey
  [Chorus: Young Thug]
  Pull up and hop out a foreign car
  And I'm gettin' trailed by a foreign broad (Ow)
  I'm livin' life like an Avatar
  I got a stick when I pull up on y'all (Ow)
  Who the fuck think I'm a sucka?
  Who the fuck think I won't pull up and let loose? (Who the fuck? Who the fuck?)
  I got three bitches with me
  I'ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon' fuck the crew
  Who gonna stop me now? Who's gonna stop me now?
  Who's gonna stop me, boy? Who? (Woo)
  I can't get all of you, somebody come with me
  Just in case you can tie shoes (Woo)
  How many times have I told you
  If you don't fuck everyone that'll be rude? (Rude)
  How many times have I told you
  To bring me-me bags and you could be cool