conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called I Told Y’all with the following description: Lil' Wayne going in on another dope beat, he’s using autotune
  This track was released in 2009
  This song sampled DJ K-Swift “I Tote It” off the album Vol.6 The Return
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: 
  DJ K-Swift
   & Lil Wayne]
  Told y'all, I told y'all, I told y'all, I told y'all
   (Hahahahaha!)
  I told y’all, I tote a tool
  Bullet in the Glock and blow that—
   (Young Money!)
  I told y’all, I tote a tool
  Bullet in the Glock and blow that—
   (Young Money!)
  I told y’all, I tote a tool
  Bullet in the Glock and blow that—
  T—Told y’all, I tote a tool
   (Young Mula, baby)
  Bullet in the Glock and blow that—
  I told y’all, I tote a tool
   (Uh-huh)
  Bullet in the Glock and blow that—
   (Uh-huh)
  I told y’all, I tote a tool
   (Uh-huh)
  Bullet in the Glock and blow that—
   (Uh-huh)
  I told y’all, I tote a tool
   (Uh-huh, I usually don't do this!)
  Bullet in the Glock and blow that—
   (Uh-huh)
  T—Told y’all, I tote a tool
   (Uh-huh)
  Bullet in the Glock and blow that—
  But we gon' keep the party going!
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  I—I—I—I—I—I wake a nigga up in his bed when he sleep
  Tie the nigga up from his head to his feet
  Then I light the nigga up from his head to his feet
  Put his body in the water and his head on the beach
  Light another blunt 'cause it save me the grief
  I don't give a fuck, I was made for the beef
  I don't give a fuck, I'm straight from the streets
  But I'm crooked as a bitch, bitch, wave to the thief
  Lie to the bad guy, "Hi" to the good dope
  Ride with the bad guy, try and you get smoked
  Lie and you get smoked, lie for a nigga, though
  Try for a nigga, though, die for a nigga, though
  Why would a nigga go to New Orleans?
  This is Katrinaland
  The President flew over, and he ain't even land
  We ain't even mad, we ain't even playing
  It's duct-tape season in my region
  And you ain't leaving until we eating
  And I want my piece and I want my peeps to get their piece
  And they want their peeps to get their piece
  And until then, tell you peeps, "No peace"
  I'm a beast and I feast every beat I seek
  And I freak every mix CD I leak
  I need to be at the T-O-P O-F H-I-P-H-O-P
  And I'm I-N D-A C-U-T W-I-T-H them Uzis
  Who, me? Yes, me, call me Weezy West, B
  'Cause I'm wilder than the motherfucking Wild West be
  I'm so ready—are you ready for me?
  I'm Young Money, Young Mula, baby
  Break in a nigga car at the light
  Put the gun to his head, make him park on the right, and
  Then I tell him, "Don't talk," make him get out and walk
  And then, I tell my goons, "Get right in"
  When you fucking with a nigga like me
  No homo, but you're fucking with a rider
  But they no heard me, when I tried to... [Hook: 
  DJ K-Swift
   & Lil Wayne]
  Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I—
  Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I—
  Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I—
  Told y'all, I tote a tool
  Bullet in the Glock and blow that—
   (Ugh!)
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  Fuck another motherfucker and them other motherfuckers
  'Cause can't no motherfucker fuck with a nigga
  If you fuck with Lil' Tune
  I’ma let my goons just follow your ass like Twitter, nigga
  We can do what you want, I don't care
  Anyhow, anywhere, anytime, I swear
  At sun-up on a nigga, I will run up on a nigga
  Put the gun up on a nigga; now, I'm one-up on a nigga
  Yeah, I will run the clock behind the guap
  And if my leg broke, I will hop; bitch, I will hustle 'til I drop
  Bitch, I will throw you from the top of the world
  I got myself a Boston girl
  She my gypsy, I'm her genie, ride my magic carpet, girl
  Flow so sick, you cough and hurl, I'm so twisted, I walk in swirls
  I'm so lifted, I walk on clouds
  Please, please, please, don't shoot me down
  Fucking right, I put it down, buy it white, then cook it brown
  This is how "great-looking" sound; K.Y. bring the hook around [Hook: 
  DJ K-Swift
   & Lil Wayne]
  Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I—
  Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I—
  Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I—
  Told y'all, I tote a tool
  Bullet in the Glock and blow that—
   (Ugh!)
  [Verse 3: Lil Wayne & 
  DJ-K-Swift
  ]
  Hollygrove U.S.A., parlez-vous Français?
  Hot as picante, I am a zombie
  What more can I say? 'Cause after all, I...
  Told y'all, I told y'all, I told y'all, I told y'all
  I told y'all, I tote it
  Put the bullet in the Glock and blow that bitch
  If you know like I know, you'd put money way before that bitch
  Everyone got they hand out
  So I drop my drawers, let them hold that dick
  I’ma roll that stick, and I’ma roll it thick
  And I know I'm colder when it's cold as brick
  And I ain't that old, I'm just twenty-six
  All in your mouth like I'm a dentist, bitch
  Fuck you and your interests, bitch
  We on some shoot-the-interest shit
  Better find the exit boy, my Nina is so sexy boy
  And she feeling desperate boy, don’t make her molest you, boy
  Pressure, pressure, boy; what would make you test the boy?
  I'm great with no effort, boy, your face will get severed, boy
  I'm breaking your level, boy, I'm taking your medal, boy
  Weezy F. Baby and the "F" is for forever, boy!