conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called WE JUS WANNA GET HIGH with the following description: “WE JUS WANNA GET HIGH” is a trap song by Atlanta-native rapper Future, and produced by frequent collaborator, Southside.
  The track was first previewed by Future on his Instagram profile on April 2021. Later, he posted a second snippet of the song on April 17, 2022, almost two weeks prior to the release date of his ninth studio album, I Never Liked You. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  (
  80-80-808 Mafia
  )
  We just wanna get real high-igh-igh
  (
  ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
  )
  [Verse 1]
  That nigga know that bitch he got is mine, mine, mine
  That's your bitch and that's my bitch too, nigga, don't forget
  I was looking out my rearview, finger on the trigger
  Switching bitches like tennis shoes, I damn near forget
  I'm in love with my money, baby, I don't want shit
  [Chorus]
  Panamera view inside my truck like a penthouse
  Dog-ass bitch, she just tryna suck my wrist off
  All these blue strips, I might bust out and Crip walk
  Take the cocaine with me, they gon' make a nigga chain talk
  Choosin' on a pimp, I'ma slice it like a chainsaw
  You lil' bitty shrimp, I'ma take a nigga main ho
  [Verse 2]
  Send her home to you, she don't wanna talk to you, her brain sore
  Grand remarkable, I get dollars like Diego
  Grand National, made it skrrt outside the bando
  Two Glock 40s, they gon' call me Pluto Rambo
  Finessin' a sport, bitch, hand me the fork, yeah, yeah
  Top like New York, bitch giving intercourse, yeah, yeah
  Drop-top Rolls-Royce like I ain't got a choice, yeah, yeah
  Bag it up and sell it and go cop me some Screw
  Twenty-six Pirellis
  , put on brand new shoes
  Zero below, all this ice, catch the flu [Chorus]
  Panamera view inside my truck like a penthouse
  Dog-ass bitch, she just tryna suck my wrist off
  All these blue strips, I might bust out and Crip walk
  Take the cocaine with me, they gon' make a nigga chain talk
  Choosin' on a pimp, I'ma slice it like a chainsaw
  You lil' bitty shrimp, I'ma take a nigga main ho
  [Verse 3]
  I been tryna balance out the money with the dope
  Too much drip, bitch gotta walk around with a float
  Messy hoes know this bitch fucking on a GOAT
  They know what come with that ice, Chane'-ne', Coco
  I give bitches a lil' hype and then I adiós
  I got the Midas touch, extended Rolls-Royce Ghost
  When I ain't got them hitters 'round, you still can't approach
  Don't make me have to up this motherfucker and let it go
  Security for these bitches 'cause they ain't got no control
  Don't make me have to up this motherfucker and let it go
  We just wanna get real high-igh-igh