conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Back On It (Demo) with the following description: “Back On It” appears on Zaytoven’s Trap Holizay featuring Offset and Young Scooter. This, however, is an early version of the song featuring Travis Scott in place of Scooter. The second version leaked online on June 6, 2019; the first, less complete version leaked later on August 30, 2019.
  This song was teased by Yung Bans' via his Instagram story in early 2018. Travis was mentioned by Zaytoven when he gave a list of people meant to appear on Trap Holizay, however, he was replaced by Scooter on the final version last-minute for unknown reasons. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Young Scooter, 
  Travis Scott
   & 
  Offset
  ]
  Yeah, haha
  You already know it's that muh'fuckin' Trap Holizay
  (
  If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
  )
  Got Offset with me, Travis Scott
  The best producer alive, Zaytiggy, yeah
  (
  Zaytoven
  )
  Uhh-uhh
  You know what I'm sayin?
  Fuckin' and ridin', fuckin' and ridin'
  You can't get on Zay' beats without rappin' cocaine, nigga
  Fuckin' and ridin', fuckin' and ridin', yeah
  Yeah, real dope boy
  We ride on the mix, yeah
  Offset, takeoff on these niggas
  They know what I'm mixin'
  Woo, woo, woo
  [Chorus: Offset]
  Walk in the club with the cash on me (Cash)
  Gang in the club with the strap on 'em (Gang-gang)
  I cut you off, turn your back on me (Cut)
  I hit a lick, double-back on it (Huh)
  I got four dubs so I'm back on it (Woo)
  Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on 'em (Stuck)
  Stuck in the pot cookin' crack on 'em (Stove)
  Perky and Molly, I'm back on it (Woo) [Post-Chorus: Offset]
  Bitch, I don't play with that money, no (No)
  Boy, what you say? Got a mil' of those (Woo)
  Don't dunk a brick, rather finger-roll (Finger-roll)
  Bitch ridin' dick on her tippy-toes (Agh)
  Fuck all this pain, nigga, fuck all this fame (Uh)
  Nigga, I'm up like I'm sellin' cocaine (Woo, woo)
  Takin' this jet to Quebec and then Spain (Woo)
  My pockets loaded, can't walk, need a cane (Loaded)
  [Verse 1: Offset]
  Woo, woo, woo, woo
  Great Dane, big dog, continental, blue frog
  Pumps sawed-off, what a good day to cut the top off
  Playin' with the gang get you knocked off
  It was all games 'til we popped off
  MAC-11 sprayin' like salt, diamonds shinin' when the lights off
  I don't care about the price, dawg
  Dominican bitch with some nice jaw
  Creepin' in the night with your lady
  Niggas hate it, but we been the greatest
  Never lazy, pull up in the latest
  Your pockets slim and you real shady
  I'm with the mafia, cookin' tilapia
  Shawty real popular, her life the opposite
  That money you flexin', I know that this all of it
  Won't text you 'cause I can't wait to just stall a bitch [Chorus: Offset]
  Walk in the club with the cash on me (Cash)
  Gang in the club with the strap on 'em (Gang-gang)
  I cut you off, turn your back on me (Cut)
  I hit a lick, double-back on it (Huh)
  I got four dubs so I'm back on it (Woo)
  Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on 'em (Stuck)
  Stuck in the pot cookin' crack on 'em (Stove)
  Perky and Molly, I'm back on it (Woo)
  [Post-Chorus: Offset]
  Bitch, I don't play with that money, no (No)
  Boy, what you say? Got a mil' of those (Woo)
  Don't dunk a brick, rather finger-roll (Finger-roll)
  Bitch ridin' dick on her tippy-toes (Agh)
  Fuck all this pain, nigga, fuck all this fame (Uh)
  Nigga, I'm up like I'm sellin' cocaine (Woo, woo)
  Takin' this jet to Quebec and then Spain (Woo)
  My pockets loaded, can't walk, need a cane (Loaded, loaded)
  [Segue: Travis Scott]
  Uhh-uhh
  Fuckin' and ridin', fuckin' and ridin'
  Fuckin' and ridin', fuckin' and ridin', yeah
  We ride on the mix, yeah [Verse 2: Travis Scott]
  Butterfly doors give me road rage (Yeah)
  Still ride 'round with the old gang (Yeah)
  Astro, she got brains (It's lit)
  Pop it, she got aim (Pop it)
  Chinese eyes, real lo mein
  Keep the Devil from my soul, man (Yah)
  Keep the angels goin' both ways (Aww)
  Run it up, then hit the runway
  Hidin' thousands on a private (Yah, yah, yah)
  Told the driver, "Keep it flyin'" (Yah, yah, yah)
  Yeah, trip through the crib (Yeah)
  You's amazed, I ain't sent (It's lit)
  Losin' days by the blue (Yah, yah)
  See the fate by the mix, it was it, yeah
  [Chorus: Offset]
  Walk in the club with the cash on me (Cash)
  Gang in the club with the strap on 'em (Gang-gang)
  I cut you off, turn your back on me (Cut)
  I hit a lick, double-back on it (Huh)
  I got four dubs so I'm back on it (Woo)
  Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on 'em (Stuck)
  Stuck in the pot cookin' crack on 'em (Stove)
  Perky and Molly, I'm back on it (Woo)
  [Post-Chorus: Offset]
  Bitch, I don't play with that money, no (No)
  Boy, what you say? Got a mil' of those (Woo)
  Don't dunk a brick, rather finger-roll (Finger-roll)
  Bitch ridin' dick on her tippy-toes (Agh)
  Fuck all this pain, nigga, fuck all this fame (Uh)
  Nigga, I'm up like I'm sellin' cocaine (Woo, woo)
  Takin' this jet to Quebec and then Spain (Woo)
  My pockets loaded, can't walk, need a cane (Loaded)