conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Hit Bout It with the following description: 2016 XXL Freshmen Lil Yachty and Kodak Black unite on the hectic single “Hit Bout It,” which comes only three months after their first official collaboration, Kodak’s “Make a Hit.”
  Previewed on February 3, 2021, the first snippet of the song gained popularity and earned cosigns from numerous fellow rappers, including J. Cole and Chief Keef, Kyle, MadeinTYO, and more. Lil Yachty later previewed the track again during an Instagram Live, revealing Kodak’s involvement.
  The song is set to be supported by the release of a music video. It’s unknown if it will appear on any of Lil Yachty’s upcoming projects. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Yachty]
  (Yeah, yeah, go)
  Woke up feelin' shiesty
  I'm on a, uh (Go)
  Yeah, okay
  Who the hell is-
  (Grrr, grrr, grrr, grrr)
  Yeah, uh
  [Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
  Woke up, feelin' shiesty, give me that pussy nicely (Go)
  Hundred thousand on an ice piece, finna fuck a Pisces (Mm)
  Fifty hoes wanna be wifey, that's just too unlikely
  Pull up 
  six deep just like the Isleys
  , pick your next move wisely (Go)
  They say talk is cheap, but fuck that, my convo pricey (Yeah)
  Two hundred racks inside a shoebox, bitch, these ain't no Nikes (Ooh)
  She think I'm finna trick, I told her, "Don't get too excited"
  Nigga touch one hair on top of my head, them boys incitin' riots
  I fuck her from the back and grip her neck, this bitch can't keep quiet (Ah)
  The big bad hood you said you from is lookin' mighty quiet (Shut up)
  I only eat my main bitch pussy, I'm on a straight diet
  My shooter lookin' like a center, homie 6'5"
  Could kill me once, could even kill me twice, shit, I got six lives (Yeah)
  I'm thinkin' of movin' to Africa, and marry six wives (Yeah)
  I'm in New York, we still got several poles and seven big knives (Uh)
  Might take his life for tellin' several lies, can't let shit fly (Fuck)
  'Cause if we do, he'll tell the next guy, and then it's all bad (Uh)
  Who said that you could come around this side without a hall pass? (Uh)
  I used to tweak, pourin' fours and Wock' inside a wine glass
  These niggas burnt, outchea' poppin' Xans for a bypass (
  Who the hell is-
  )
  I see you niggas every single time like an eyelash (Uh)
  Bitch said she like athletes, so I walked in with them thigh pads
  I'm paranoid, I can't hang out for long, bitch, I'm a nomad (Uh)
  Christmas came around, and I had bought my steppers doormats (Uh)
  Inside the whip, the seats is bright orange like the Lorax
   (Fuck)
  I'm built tough, was made to be outside just like Gore-Tex
  I should make a song about Ferraris, I don't do 'Vettes
   (Fuck)
  My brother need a new Tek, my mama want a new bag
  These niggas flip-flop every week, they in a new set (Fuck)
  I know these niggas hate me 'cause I run around like a nuisance
  Too fly, over niggas heads like an air vent
  Where I'm from, it's one way in and out just like a camp tent [Verse 2: Kodak Black]
  Put a convertible on the Glock, it look like Lamborghini (Yeah)
  Put a convertible on the Glock, it look like Lamborghini
  I just told lil' baby to bop before my girl see me (
  Who the hell is-
  )
  Pull that lil' stack, get niggas whacked, you better not look for pinky
  In and out the trap that's where I stay, but I ain't one sleepin'
  I'm totin' an SK for no reason, all my opps are dead
  I got rubies on my teeth and plus my Molly's red
  I'ma drop his ass soon as I see him, it ain't no discussion
  Told her it ain't nothin' to get her a bust down if that pussy bussin'
  All of a sudden, bitches love me 'cause I'm gettin' money
  I'ma punish any nigga decide to stand in front of me
  I was spendin' bands before it was a trend from the ugly
  Always got revenge, if I ain't get my man, I got his cousin
  They know I made my woodwork, hop out with a Oak
  Haters poppin' out the woodwork, but they wanna prope
  Talkin' straight gas nigga, I want all the smoke
  I just told Lil Yachty to scoot over, let me drive the boat
  AR with the scope 'cause the Cartier's nearsighted
  Just got a nigga yoked, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it
  We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it
  Hittin' the missionary she start yellin', tell her, "Be quiet"
  I'm with Lil Yachty, we got twin 'Raris
  We don't fuck with niggas, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it (
  Who the hell is-
  )
  We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it
  I ain't passin' my reefer, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it
  We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it
  I ain't doin' no features, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it (Hit 'bout it, hit 'bout it)