conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Hop Off a Jet with the following description: “Hop Off a Jet” is a track from frequent collaborators Young Thug and Travis Scott, featuring the two brag about lavish lifestyles such as flying private airplanes, owning expensive cars, and wearing flashy jewelry. This is the third track on which the two appear together (on the deluxe), following “The London” and “Hot (Remix).”
  Travis was teased as a feature on a track of the deluxe version in the initial reveal of the record’s updated edition, with Thug captioning his Instagram post:
  Deluxe out Friday… FT.
  *r**** ***t*
  *u**a Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Young Thug & 
  Future
  ]
  Wheezy outta here
  Everything we do, we own
  [Chorus: Young Thug & 
  Travis Scott
  ]
  Fuck a cab, let's hop off a jet
   (Woo, let's go, 
  hop off a jet
  )
  'Bout to hop off the jet (Hop off the jet, 
  hop off the jet
  )
  I put the glow on her wrists (Yeah), I got that glow on my bitch (Yeah)
  I keep the drum on the TEC, hop out the Cullinan, baby (Skrrt)
  Won't you tell me that you tried?
  Hop in a McLaren, please, let's just ride
  Hop in a McLaren, zoom
  Baby, tell me why you starin', zoom, yeah
  [Verse 1: Travis Scott & 
  Young Thug
  ]
  Hop, hop right on a jet, uh (
  Yeah
  )
  Way more smoother than a plane, yeah
  Way more quicker than a 'Vette, uh (
  Yeah
  )
  Teach you how to flex, pick a chain, yeah 
  (Hop off a jet)
  Bad bitch out of Marquette (
  Woo
  )
  Took her out of school for the brain, yeah
  She came around with the set
  Nah, really ain't no savin' 
  (Hop on the jet)
  Gotta keep her mind on deck
  Set, check, off X, Tech mix, stress less
  I live careless, status atlas
  I pulled up global, uh
  I get booked, don't write books since Barnes and Noble
  Top two total
  Owner next top two logos (
  Woo
  )
  Flex, yes, she text mess', right on my top ten
  See you frequent in a place I done been
  You come decent, then you leave lookin' bent
  Got wet, we can dip (
  Woo, woo
  ) [Chorus: Young Thug & 
  Travis Scott
  ]
  Fuck a cab, let's hop on a jet
   (Yeah, jet, 
  hop off a jet
  )
  Let's hop on a jet
   ('Bout to hop off a motherfuckin' what? 
  Hop on the jet
  )
  I put the glow on her wrists, I got that glow on my bitch
  I keep the drum on the TEC, hop out the Cullinan, baby
  Won't you tell me that you tried?
  Hop in a McLaren, please, let's just ride
  Hop in a McLaren, zoom
  Baby, tell me why you starin', zoom, yeah (Tell me why you starin')
  [Verse 2: Young Thug]
  Packin' that Smith & Wesson when I crave (Wait)
  Hop in a big body Maybach and it's glazed (Woo)
  Tell me why the fuck do you slay? (Ooh)
  Why you killin' bitches with no grave? 
  (Yeah, hop off a jet)
  I got a 'Vette, breakin' her neck 
  (Yeah, woo, hop off a jet)
  Drum on the TEC, engraved headrest  
  (Hop off a jet)
  Just watered my wrist, baguettes, woah, you know I'm a vet (Vet)
  Hop off the jet with an A and a K and a three-headed snake (Yeah, yeah, hop off a jet)
  All of the coupes exotic and I'm ducked off with your bae (Yeah, yeah), yeah
  I told you my niggas don't like you, you niggas get **** (Yeah, yeah), yeah
  Had to tell these lil' niggas my wrist and my ankle a lake, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
  Had to tell 'em they bitch can come get on my shit and just stay, when I hop off the jet
  [Chorus: Young Thug & 
  Travis Scott
  ]
  Let's hop off a jet
   (Let's go, 
  hop off a jet
  )
  When I hop off the jet (When I hop off the jet, 
  hop off the jet
  )
  I put the glow on her wrists, I got that glow on my bitch
  I keep the drum on the TEC, hop out the Cullinan, baby
  Won't you tell me that you tried?
  Hop in a McLaren, please, let's just ride
  Hop in a McLaren, zoom
  Baby, tell me why you starin', zoom, yeah