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conversations.value: Write me a song called Hot (Remix) with the following description: Young Thug and Gunna are joined by their friend and frequent collaborator, Travis Scott, for the remix of one of the most popular songs on So Much Fun. The remix features a new verse from Travis, which was accompanied by a music video starring the three artists literally on fire.
  Thug posted on his Instagram story a screenshot of “Hot” being exported with an open verse, hinting at a remix. Travis Scott also posted a caption “H🔥T“ on his Instagram story that same day, leading many to believe Travis would be the artist featured on the remix.
  On October 28, 2019, the first snippet of Travis' verse leaked online. The following day, a demo of the remix with an open verse where Gunna’s verse usually appeared surfaced online.
  This marks the second time that Thug, Gunna, and Travis have all collaborated on the same song, following August 2016’s “Floyd Mayweather.“ Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Gunna]
  Wheezy outta here
  Hot, hot, hot, hot
  Hot, hot, hot, hot
  Hot, hot, hot, hot
  Hot, hot, hot, hot
  [Chorus: Gunna]
  Everything litty, I love when it's hot
  Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
  Got some more millis, I keep me a knot
  I created history and made me a lot
  He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
  We call 'em chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
  Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
  I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
  [Verse 1: Gunna]
  Cartier eye
  I'm the bossman in a suit but no tie
  I can't be sober, I gotta stay high
  Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry
  Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde
  Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire
  Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide
  The latest Mercedes her go-to surprise
  Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize
  Dick in her back while I'm grippin' her sides
  Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size
  We really fly, we like pelican glide
  Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise
  Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky
  She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life
  I told her to gargle and work on her highs [Chorus: Gunna]
  Everything litty, I love when it's hot
  Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
  Got some more millis, I keep me a knot
  I created history and made me a lot
  He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
  We call 'em chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
  Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
  I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
  [Interlude: Young Thug]
  Cash, money, checks, cash
  Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos
  I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself
  I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite
  [Verse 2: Young Thug]
  I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (Skrrt)
  I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (Skrrt)
  Ayy, man, this synthetic weed, you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)
  I'm still double cupped up, I'm drinkin',
   I 
  shoot off your tires, huh (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
  I'm in the coupe by myself
  I had to kick a door when I was 5
  Keep the awards on the shelf
  Whole sixteen round in the fire
  I'm sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin', they tellin' these lies
  Actin' like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys
  Yeah, Cartier eyes
  Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch
  Cartier love, Cartier the thot
  Cartier specs, buffalo on the side
  Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah
  Cartier bag for the Cartier thot
  Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash
  Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag
  Ain't no way I'ma ever gon' go out bad
  I can't go out, no way I'ma go out
  I just grip on her ass and I show out
  I sit like a champ and I wait on a hold-out
  I just whip up a new Chanel Patek
  I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out
  Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse
  Hundred racks in ones, dude brought the flood out (
  Oh
  ) [Interlude: Young Thug & 
  Travis Scott
  ]
  Cash, money, checks, cash (
  Ooh, ah
  )
  Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos (
  Ooh
  )
  I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself  (
  Ah
  )
  I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite (
  Ooh, it's lit
  )
  [Verse 3: Travis Scott]
  Hot like the 504 Boyz how I move through the lobby (Hot)
  Since '012, La Flame been hot just to show you the timeframe (La Flame)
  Hundred mil' down on my desk, but I'm still up deciding (Straight up)
  Match the M's in my account to the truck in my driveway
   (Skrrt, skrrt)
  I'm in that four-door by myself
  Know it's a hundred more niggas outside
  Know they gon' ride 'til the death (Ooh)
  Had some good years, ain't no way I get tired
  I gotta do what I feel
  Every day Super Bowl, fuck it, oh well
  I put a lot on myself
  In the field, Richard Mille on like Odell (Let's go)
  She slid her hand down my pants just to grab the torpedo (Doo-doo-doo)
  I had to go back and link with my slimes like I'm thirteen and zero (It's lit)
  I told her, "Baby, this not the remix, this a part of the sequel" (Part of the seq')
  No, we not livin' the same, we not makin' the same, we not equal (No), yeah, yeah, yeah
  Look, mom, I can fly
  Had some troubles, put that shit in the sky
  Brought the angels, know the devil would try
  It's so hot, you thought Paris Hilton done said it (Yeah, yeah)
  When we come out, we can't help but leave damage (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
  Afterparty, Astroworld out the planet (Yeah, yeah)
  Laid the map out, but they didn't understand it
  When I'm home, know that I fuck on a Grammy, yeah [Outro: Gunna]
  Hot, hot, hot, hot
  Hot, hot, hot, hot
  Hot, hot, hot, hot, damn
  Hot, hot, hot, hot