Prompt: A song about the changes in relationships with close friends, where they drifted apart as one person achieved success and the other did not.

Response:
Yeah, y'all was like my brothers, I considered y'all as folks (Folks)
And I remember nights sipping liquor, making toasts (Toasts)
Talking about the life, tryna get it slinging dope (Yeah)
And niggas say I changed, but you niggas changed first (First)
And fuck all this money, nigga, we was fam' first (Fam')
Looking at me balling, know that Instagram hurt (Hurt)
'Cause you was supposed to be that nigga in that damn Ghost (Yeah)
I would've rolled for you even in the same hearse (Woah)
Same cemetery, bury me in the same dirt (Dirt)
We had a plan, but I guess it ain't work (Work)
"B.H we straight," that was the motto, my nigga
I got rich first, you was supposed to follow, my nigga
I'm gone


Prompt: In a song about the challenges of loyalty, friendship, and personal growth, the lyrics describe a difficult situation where someone close to you may have negative intentions. Despite these challenges, the song emphasizes the importance of knowing who you're around and maintaining a strong sense of self.

Response:
Somebody who you're around wants to clip your wings and shoot you down
But it's okay to keep enemies close
As long as you know, just make sure you know who you're around
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And that nigga Lil, shit, I can't believe you (Not you)
That's what that syrup and that weed do? (Weed do?)
And when I came home I tried to feed you (Feed you)
And every song I was screaming free you (Free that nigga Lil)
And if you bled I was down to bleed too (Bleed too)
Now when I ride by I breeze through (Breeze through)
I don't even stop, it ain't a need to (Nah)
And you the one that left, nigga, I ain't leave you (You)
Shit got realer (Realer), niggas got richer (Richer)
I said the money train coming (It's coming), niggas missed it (I did)
I even tried to spin back around to come and get you (Get you)
But niggas wanted more from me then my own sister (Damn)


Prompt: Living in a world where people might try to bring you down, but understanding the importance of knowing who you keep close to you.

Response:
Somebody who you're around wants to clip your wings and shoot you down
But it's okay to keep enemies close
As long as you know, just make sure you know who you're around


Prompt: Write a song about overcoming betrayal and maintaining loyalty, while still supporting a family member in prison and acknowledging the challenges life brings.

Response:
They wanted more than my mother (Mother)
More than Omelly and that nigga like my brother (Brother)
Greedy motherfucker
Crazy thing about it, I don't hate 'em, I still love 'em (Love)
I might have said things, I never said fuck 'em
But I'ma live my life, get the money, ball hard (Ball hard)
Still sending earned money for his calling cards (Calling cards)
Rick ain't complaining and he got life behind bars
And he still calling me, bet you he ain't calling y'all (Nah)
'Cause none of y'all niggas ain't send him shit yet (Nah)
None of y'all niggas ain't send him pics yet (Nah)
I'm still writing money orders, sending big checks
And remember when it rain, niggas get wet
Gone
Somebody who you're around wants to clip your wings and shoot you down
But it's okay to keep enemies close
As long as you know, just make sure you know who you're around


Prompt: Missing friends, the pursuit of success, and the feeling of growing apart.

Response:
I still love niggas
But it's like we just grew apart
If you don't grind, you don't shine
Half my niggas still around, and we all shining hard
Gone


Prompt: A tough and determined individual, ready to protect and provide for their family, confronting doubters and naysayers while showcasing their strength and fearlessness.

Response: So, okay, you want to see some macho shit? I’m the most macho nigga out here. I'm the most.. I thought you niggas knew, I’m the most thuggish nigga out here. I have no mothafuckin’ fear… I have no fear, I have only ambition, and I want mine, and I will do anything to protect and feed my family


Prompt: A group of friends from a tough neighborhood in the city brag about their loyalty and toughness, using metaphorical language to express their dominance and warning against messing with them or their loved ones.

Response:
Yeah, reportin' live from the northside of litty city
You fuck my bitch, I'ma keep it player
I just want you to know that we the Navy Seals
We gon' strike your whole motherfucking platoon, nigga
Gang
Bangladesh
Ugh


Prompt: A confident and bold individual boasts about their luxurious lifestyle and desires a wild, adventurous companion. They express their disinterest in anything ordinary and reveal that they are not easily impressed. They also mention witnessing someone trying to change their allegiance.

Response:
I want a freak nasty ho
Freak, freak nasty ho
I'm in a red 'Sace robe (Robe, robe)
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I do not come in your size
Brand new Rolls, all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho (Freak, freak, freak)
I seen a bitch tryna switch sides


Prompt: A song that describes the desires of a man who wants a wild, promiscuous woman, and the material possessions that come with such a relationship.

Response:
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I'm in a red 'Sace robe, fuckin' on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come- fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
Fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)


Prompt: Celebrate the freedom and excitement of driving a luxurious, high-performance car while listening to an upbeat and catchy tune. Mention iconic brands such as Gucci and the idea of a "drop top" to evoke the sense of an extravagant and fun lifestyle. Use slang terms like "Wizop" and "whoo" to convey the energy and thrill of the experience.

Response:
Ha
It's Gucci, it's Drop Top
Wizop, whoo
Yeah, ayy (Go)


Prompt: A young man and his friends are enjoying their fast-paced lifestyle, making money, partying, and attracting attention from the ladies. They are also cautious and protective of their personal lives and desire honesty from their friends.

Response:
You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (Yeah)
Straight out the lot, three hundred cash (Cash)
And the car came with a blunt in it (Yeah)
Lil' mama a thot, and she got ass (Thot)
And she gon' fuck up a bag (Yeah)
Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (Yeah)
Droppin' the dope in the stash (Yeah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (Ooh, brr, ayy)
Drop the top when it's cold (Drop-top)
But you feel the heat (Skrrt, yeah, ayy)
Be real with me
Keep it 100, just be real with me (Ayy)
Eat it up like it's a feast (Woah, eat it up)
They say the dope on fleek (Yep)


Prompt: A man with a criminal past who uses slang and referencing pop culture, but also hints at a sexual encounter, a high-end watch, and a luxury car. He talks about his fame and how people around him may not understand his lifestyle. He also mentions some conflict with the police despite his close relationship with the person he's addressing.

Response:
I got so many felonies, I might can't never go to Canada
But Drake said he gon' pull some strings, so let me check my calendar
I just popped me one of them one what-you-call-its and it boosted my stamina
Now I'm fucking her on the banister, guess I just East Atlanta'd her
I'm in an all-red drop tarantula, fuck a Challenger
Damn these hoes ain't got no manners, bruh, where's the manager?
I keep throwing rubber bandies up, ho, pull your panties up
'Cause you fuck like a granny fuck, you're just an amateur
This Patek Philippe gon' make this crooked judge try throw the book at me
I look like half a million worth of heroin when she look at me
But you ain't gotta fuck with me, my nig, but you're stuck with me
But how you called the cops on me, my nig? You grew up with me


Prompt: A person expressing their thoughts and emotions while under the influence of alcohol and/or drugs, and sharing their journey from being "broke" to being successful, while also mentioning their past and their loved ones.

Response:
I don't usually do this 'less I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now, got me talking about my life
I don't usually do this 'less I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now
I don't usually do this 'less I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now and I need ya in my life
I don't usually do this 'less I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now
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Yeah, I'm both
Yeah, I had a drink, yeah, I smoked
Yeah, you think I need you but I don't
Just left out Dubai with all my folk
Open water, my location is remote
Shout-out Yachty but this ain't a lil' boat
This some shit I wrote about when I was broke
See, the power of the mind is not a joke
Man, I said that I would do it and I did
Used to get left-overs out the fridge
Nobody was famous where I lived
'Til I got it jumping at the crib
Took a lot to be able to give, I mean


Prompt: In a song, a person is talking about their life while being under the influence of alcohol or drugs, expressing their need for someone's presence in their life.

Response:
I don't usually do this 'less I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now, got me talking about my life
I don't usually do this 'less I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now
I don't usually do this 'less I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now and I need ya in my life
I don't usually do this 'less I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now


Prompt: Write a song about someone who is living a luxurious lifestyle, heavily influenced by the color yellow and their obsession with the brand Gucci.

Response:
Yeah, it's Gucci, what's up, baby? (Brr)
Yellow everything this time (Yellow), you know what I'm talking about?
Yellow rims (Lemons)
Yellow big booty yellowbones, ha (Yellow?)
Yellow Lambs (Yellow), yellow MPs (Yellow), yellow watch (Banana)
Yellow charm ring, chain (Yellow)
Yellow living room set (Chiquita, yellow)
Lemonade Gucci shoes for my girl (It's Gucci), it's Gucci


Prompt: Write a song about a person who enjoys lemon-themed luxury items, while also describing their car, clothing, and the lemonade they sell for profit.

Response:
My Phantom sitting on sixes, no twenties in my denim (No)
Your Cutlass motor knocking because it is a lemon (Lemon)
I like them Georgia peaches, but you look more like a lemon (Lemon)
These sour-apple bitter bitches, I'm not fucking with them (Lemon)
I'm truly stupid-paid, that's just how I feel today (Today, lemon)
I'm moving slow 'cause codeine syrup's in my lemonade (Lemon)
I'm standing in the shade and I'm selling lemonade (Lemons)
Six hundred a pint the going rate off in the A (Lemon)
Lemonade diamond bracelet, put it in your face (Brr)
Lemonhead diamond earrings I wore yesterday (Brr, lemon)
I'm pimping, wearing linen, that's just how I'm chillin' (Lemon)
I'm smoking grits and selling chickens, Corvette painted lemon (It's Gucci)


Prompt: Describe a lavish lifestyle involving high-end items, chilling with lemonade, and making an impact.

Response:
Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts (Yeah, yeah, it's Gucci)
Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts (It's Big Gucci, brr)
Lemonade and shade with my feet up (It's brilliance, huh, what?)
Lemonade and shade with my feet up (Lemonade everything, baby, that's just Gucci, wow)
Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup (Gucci, work, what?)
Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup (Yeah, wow)
Lemons in their face, watch 'em freeze up (Where we at? Yeah)
Lemons in their face, watch 'em freeze up (Brr, brr, brr, brr)


Prompt: A song that celebrates collaborative efforts and achievements, with a focus on the unique blend of talents that come together to create something special.

Response:
Huh, it's Gucci
XO (Yeah), 1-0 (Yeah), 1-7 (Yeah)
Brr, brr
(Go)


Prompt: Create a song lyric that highlights the bond between rappers, their fans, and their creativities, with a touch of playful aggression.

Response:
Hey
Southside
Wizop
Offset
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Woo!


Prompt: A rapper confidently expressing their success in the face of doubters, while referencing high-end fashion and money, all while playfully reminding them that they'll soon be celebrating their achievements.

Response:
Haha
It's Gucci
Suckers keep on downing me
They know they should be crowning me
Hahaha
Yo
It's Guwop
Just counting paper, just counting paper
We're just counting the days, huh


Prompt: A loyal and attractive friend helps someone through a legal situation, while also maintaining their cool in various social settings, including the airport and mall in California.

Response:
They ain’t got nothing on you
I swear them hoes ain’t got nothing on you
That nigga broke, he ain’t got nothing for you
I swear these hoes ain’t got nothing on you
I fuck with you cause you’re very loyal
And you’re so fine, you make my blood boil
I have to go and get another lawyer
She took the charge, they ain’t got nothing on her
I swear to God they ain’t got nothing on her
Huh, we in the airport, she got something on her
We ball out in the mall in California
We might just pull up in twin Californias


Prompt: A song about a girl's confidence and insecurity about her partner's loyalty, despite rumors and misunderstandings.

Response:
They ain’t got nothing on you
They ain’t got nothing on you
They ain’t got nothing on you
Hoes ain’t got nothing on you
I think that shit just paranoia
She think I’m with another woman
Another woman that gonn keep me comin'
Girl, these hoes, they ain’t got nothing on you


Prompt: A song about a man who values loyalty in his partner and wants to make a commitment to her, like Memph and Toya from the news. The man wants to start a family with this girl and is willing to do anything to protect and support her. However, he acknowledges that he might not be the best person for her and that their relationship might not be the healthiest. They enjoy spending time together and have fun at his place, getting wasted from Patron shots.

Response:
I fuck with shawty cause she very loyal
We can tie the knot like Memph and Toya
I won’t ignore you and I won’t divorce you
Let's have two girls and call them Rolls and Porsche
I respect that girl, I accept that girl
I’ll do anything I can to protect that girl
If I could do it all again, would have kept that girl
But I’m unhealthy for you baby I fuck up your world
You your Daddy's lil girl, but you’s a grown lady
And I don’t see you like he see you cause we not related
We got faded at my spot, I swear we're so wasted
After the third shot of patron, I swear can’t even taste it


Prompt: Write a song that expresses a woman's confidence and reassurance that other women are not a threat to her relationship, despite rumors or the fear of jealousy.

Response:
They ain’t got nothing on you
They ain’t got nothing on you
They ain’t got nothing on you
Hoes ain’t got nothing on you
I think that shit just paranoia
She think I’m with another woman
Another woman that gonn keep me comin
Girl, these hoes, they ain’t got nothing on you


Prompt: The protagonist in a song is discussing their plans for the future, specifically regarding their involvement in a drug dealing operation. They are questioning whether to continue or quit, and are calling for a friend named T to provide advice on the situation.

Response:
What's happenin',  nigga?
Trap House III, fuck nigga
What's happening?
Ayy, T, come out, man
Man, we outta cut again?
Fuck


Prompt: A rapper, known for their success and loyalty to the "trap," reflects on their journey and experiences, using repetitive lyrics to emphasize the importance and power of the trap in their life, while also addressing challenges and conflicts they've faced.

Response:
Trap house, trap house, trap house, trap
Trap house, trap house, trap house, trap
Trap house, trap house, trap house, trap house
Trap house, trap house, trap house, trap
Trap house, trap, trap house, trap
Trappin' off a pack, know I trap house trap
Trap house, trap, trap house, trap (Maybach Music)
Trappin' off a pack, know I trap house trap
You know I got me an agenda
Break that thing up in my blender
Got a warrant, no surrender
Sub-machine with that extender
I came up on a pissy mattress
I got more money then all these rappers
Tried to hit me up in traffic
But I had to work my magic
I'm riding 'round with my lieutenant
I let 'em count it and I spend it
Bitches come after my business
Catching bodies in these trenches (Maybach Music)


Prompt: A group of friends gather at the Trap House III to protect themselves and their territory.

Response:
Trap House III, got a K with me
And three young niggas that stay with me
Trap House III, got a K with me
And three young niggas that stay with me
Hope these niggas don't play with me
Hope these niggas don't play with me
Hope these niggas don't play with me
'Cause my MAK-90 stay with me
Trap House III, got a K with me
And three young niggas that stay with me
Trap House III, got a K with me
And three young niggas that stay with me
Hope these niggas don't play with me
Hope these niggas don't play with me
Hope these niggas don't play with me
'Cause my MAK-90 stay with me
Trap House III


Prompt: Imagine a wealthy individual who has achieved great success but feels lonely and isolated at the top, surrounded by a lavish lifestyle. This person finds themselves in a place called Zone Six, which is also known as the North Pole, where they are surrounded by a house full of people who are involved in illegal activities, such as drug use and distribution.

Response:
An igloo full of snow and a white stove
House full of naked hoes snortin' blow
It's so lonely at the top, plus its real cold
A house full of hoes and they cookin' blow
I'm in Zone Six aka the North Pole
Burr! EA, GA
1-0-1-7, Wop, six


Prompt: Imagine a song featuring multiple artists, with each artist bringing their unique style and flair to the track. The song pays homage to the iconic 'Yeezy' brand and has a playful, catchy melody. The lyrics are a mixture of bravado and humor, with each artist leaving their own creative mark on the song.

Response:
Wizop
Yeezy Mane
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
Burr


Prompt: A rapper brags about the money they've made and their wealth, using a play on words to describe the bulging pockets, drawing attention to their success and flashy lifestyle.

Response:
Pussy print (Huh?), p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin', bulgin'
Pokin' out just like a pussy print (Wop)
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin', bulgin'
Pokin' out just like a pussy print (Mwah)
Pussy print (Huh?), p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin', bulgin'
Pokin' out just like a pussy print (Wop)
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin', bulgin'
Pokin' out just like a pussy print
Mwah


Prompt: A song featuring collaborations with multiple artists, discussing the experience of dividing up a large sum of money or resources among them.

Response:
Zaytoven
Hah, Wop, Trav, hah
Just took half of it (Ooh)
Just took half of it (Wizzop, hah, okay)


Prompt: A song about a hedonistic lifestyle, drugs, and relationships.

Response:
I love when my bitch get drunk 'cause she talk greasy to me (Mwah)
Nigga with an attitude, this shit gettin' easy to me (Easy)
The last time I drunk some lean, I was out of my mind (Lean)
Tried to give me twenty years and that's a whole lotta time (Fucked)
A married woman divorced her husband to spend the weekend with me
He think it nasty when she squirt, but that shit sexy to me (Hah)
The last time I took some molly, took a gram and a half (Ooh)
Niggas think they know 'bout Gucci but they don't know the half
See, I'm an ex-X popper and online shopper (Ooh)
Niggas thought I was a clone, they heard me speak proper (Proper)
Convicted felon worth 10 million, I'm a well-known robber (Wow)
Like Shawty Lo, I got 10 children
Yeah, yeah, Lo my partner, Wop (Lo)


Prompt: Describe the experiences and consequences of using drugs in a cautionary or humorous manner.

Response:
Last time I took drugs, I just took half of it
'Cause last time I took pills, I had to smash a bitch
And last time I smoked gas, I almost crashed a whip
Last time I took drugs, I just took half of it
Last time I took drugs, I just took half of it (Hah)
Last time I took drugs, I just took half of it (Hah)


Prompt: Create lyrics for a song that highlights the excitement and glamour of high-end fashion and accessories.

Response:
Trav, blaow, it's Gucci (Straight up)
Hah, burrr, wow (Yeah)
Bling, burrr (Yeah, oh my god)


Prompt: A conversation between two friends, one bragging about his affluence and the other challenging him about his genuine feelings and actions.

Response:
Yeah, hey
Gucci always talkin' 'bout he love somebody
He don't love nobody (Uh-uh)
Matter fact, nigga, you owe me some money don't you?
Let me show you how I do this shit (Get money)


Prompt: A rapper who recently bought a yellow Benz and has a flashy lifestyle, including expensive jewelry and a "spoiled" girlfriend. The girlfriend and the rapper have a tumultuous relationship, as she is both demanding and untrustworthy. Despite her attitude, the rapper can't help but appreciate her appearance and charm. The girlfriend, Susie, also has a unique connection to the rapper's cars.

Response:
Yellow Benz with a spoiler kit, with my spoiled lil' chick
Yellow diamonds on my neck and wrist, match this yellow bitch
She a trip, shawty, she the shit, she know she the shit
If you don't buy her what she want then she throw a fit
She a bitch, shawty, mean as shit but she super thick
And she act silly like a kid, give her candy stick
She a pit, make her flip a brick, make her sick a chick
Since a jit, I've been slangin' dick, Gucci Mane the shit (Burr)
I met a girl name Susie, I let her join my group
I know she not a groupie, so I let her in my coupe
I stashed her in my fender wall and stashed her in my tire
Susie is a money maker but that bitch a liar
Susie roll in '08 'Rari but that girl on fire
Pull us over Candler Road, said she had some priors
Ten bricks in my car, shawty singing like Mariah
Singing like the choir, better yet singing like Mya (Bitch)


Prompt: A woman named Susie is being confronted by her partner about her loyalty, as she seems to be flirting with other men. Susie insists she loves her partner, but he doubts it.

Response:
Well, my name is Susie and Gucci think I love him
That sucka think I'm loyal but I fucks with all the hustlas
I be wit' all the ballas, I be at all the spots
I might be in yo' kitchen, nigga, cooking with yo' pots
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I think I love her
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I think I love her
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I know I love her
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I know I love her
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I think I love her


Prompt: Talking about a beautiful, successful, and mysterious girl with a knack for tending to your needs, her love for food, her multiple jobs, and your high social status.

Response:
Told my boy, man, Polow Da Don
I think I love this girl, man, huh, why?
She sweet but keep kief, she stains her Irene
Two piece, she dime piece and jeans, they dead meat
She sweet, she so deep, she read with good teeth
Two jobs, she get cheese, her dates, are my treat
How neat, she loves to eat, we eat bon appétit
We feed, she's so neat and like me, she so neat
Nigga, always talk but I run the block
This bitch is so hot, my clique, I close shop
My wrist froze with rocks, I cop all the drops
Unfold all the knots, expose the have-nots
My hoes pose with pot like young Goldilocks
We got white bulging rocks, Ziploc stocks to cop
We never closin' shop, we hot, steaming hot
I'm Susie Sarah plot, a click clack, p-pop-pop


Prompt: A character who keeps questioning themselves and others about their love, with the repeated phrases emphasizing the uncertainty and denial of love in their life.

Response:
I think I love her
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I think I love her
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I know I love her
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I know I love her
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I think I love her


Prompt: A song about a rumored woman who impresses with her mouth tricks and her fondness for successful men, while her dishonesty and secretive behavior create a mysterious aura around her.

Response:
I heard she can do some tricks with her mouth nigga
Heard that bitch got a thing for them Boss niggas
Heard she be lyin' on them boys that floss nigga
I heard she can do some tricks with her mouth nigga
I heard (ugh) I heard (what) I heard (what)
I heard (Rich Homie) I heard (Gucci)
I heard (what you hear?)
I heard (don't talk to them)
I heard


Prompt: Write a song about a group of people escaping from law enforcement and celebrating their freedom, using code names and references to popular culture.

Response:
(EarDrummers)
Yeah, it's Wizop
It's Gucci
Huh
Mike WiLL
(Mike WiLL Made-It)


Prompt: A catchy, upbeat song about the excitement and chaos of having 71 contributors all trying to drive their listeners crazy with their unique styles and talents.

Response:
Huh, yeah, it's Gucci!
Tiller! Brr, brr-brr!


Prompt: A song featuring references to popular brands, a slang term for a young person, and a made-up name, with a playful and energetic tone.

Response:
Huh, Tiller, Gucci, huh, brr!
Woo, it’s Wizzop, huh!


Prompt: In this song, the narrator discusses their strong and attractive qualities, which may cause a person's partner to leave them. The narrator implies that their charisma is so powerful that it could cause a person's partner to leave home and become inaccessible, even for two days. The narrator suggests that the person should focus on their relationship and make it more serious, like Big and Diddy do with their partners, and not bring their partner around them.

Response:
I put it down so long and so strong that your bitch will leave home
Do wrong and your bitch is off the leash
Two days gone she been gone so long you can't get her on the phone cuz that bitch has been with me
Say she wanna' hang when she wanna' hang bang, Gucci wanna bang bang baby you can be a freak
Like Big and Diddy don't bring your bitch around me better marry that girl get your ass on one knee


Prompt: A confident and successful rapper brags about their newfound wealth, material possessions, and lifestyle, while mentioning a few famous names and making references to popular culture and video games. They also express their appreciation for a friend's assets and caution about the police presence in their area. The lyrics are a combination of boasting, humor, and realism.

Response:
Bitch got a camel toe you know I gotta reach
Ass too fat for them lil' thongs she got the cheeks
Stay down for them macaroni cook that dope like ravioli Rollie like a Rollie-pollie 'ollie, yee
Burr burr burr Liu Kang, Sub-Zero, jewelry freeze
All black diamonds just like pepper make me sneeze
Got off all them bonds and now we showing Rollie, like a Rollie-pollie 'ollie, buy my bitch a brand new pair Kanye's
Woo, woo dope dancing like Chris Breezy
Woo, woo hiding that's DeKalb county police
They behind me but they on the nigga right behind me rear
Goddamn look at this shit here
I just started my fucking career, yeah


Prompt: A song where the narrator confidently talks about their strong romantic connection with someone else's partner, who is now distancing themselves from their original relationship due to the narrator's influence. The song encourages the listener to take control of their romantic situations and not be afraid to make bold moves.

Response:
I put it down so long and so strong that your bitch will leave home
Do wrong man your bitch is off the leash
Two days gone she been gone so long you can’t get her on the phone cuz that bitch has been with me
Say she wanna' hang when she wanna' hang bang, Gucci wanna bang bang baby you can be a freak
Like Big and Diddy don't bring your bitch around me better marry that girl get your ass on one knee


Prompt: A song featuring London on da Track and Young Metro, with catchy, repetitive phrases and energetic beats.

Response:
Hah
Huh?
Huh?
(We got London on da Track)
Drop-top
Wop
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)


Prompt: You're on top of the world, success is yours, and you're enjoying the finer things in life. You're not taking everything too seriously, and you're confident and happy about where you are.

Response:
Cartier frames, call me four eyes
Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed (Skrrt)
A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say
About the clothes and the pics I post (Huh?)
But it's a beautiful day outside today (Yeah)
Don't know what car I'ma drive today
Promoter just brought me two hundred grand
And I'ma count it by hand, all hundreds, with both eyes closed


Prompt: Create a song that celebrates the collaborative efforts of several talented artists, while also addressing the challenges they face in the music industry.

Response:
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
(DJ Meech, lil' bitch)


Prompt: A rapper discusses the consequences of glorifying violence and drug use in his lyrics, as well as the dangers of rapping about revenge and the supernatural.

Response:
He took it to trial, I tried to tell him it was stupid (I knew it)
They gave him so much time, his knees got weak and he was woozy (Damn)
Watch the shit you say, the feds be listening to the music (Woah)
And they gon' take your lyrics and build a case and try to use it
D.A. dropped my murder, didn't have evidence to prove it (Nah)
I think my house is haunted, yeah, by who? The ghost of Pookie (Woah)
He ain't killed nobody but keep rapping 'bout the shootings (Pussy)
Still ain't got revenge yet but keep making up excuses (Wow)
Cuz done drank so much lean that his gut got big as Gucci's (Lean)
Told him quit while he ahead and don't go out like Whitney Houston (Huh?)
He got caught without it, now they robbing him for his rubies (Woah)
He wouldn't give it up so he got buried in his Cuban (It's Gucci)


Prompt: Create a song with lyrics that paint a vivid picture of a person's life, including both positive and negative aspects, with a touch of humor and wordplay.

Response:
Better not believe no rumors, rest in peace to Koopa
I jumped on the school bus, and I had brung a Ruger
Always drank an 8th of Act', I never drunk a cooler
They get your location, they might pop outside in Ubers
When his goofy ass jumped in the streets? His ass a hooper
I know this shit don't matter, I took a shower with a cougar
Bring him out retirement, he gon' kill you for that mula
Catch him in the morning, wake him up, that boy a rooster


Prompt: A party-goer, overwhelmed by the wild atmosphere, ends up feeling drunk and wasted, while trying to communicate with a friend at the event.

Response:
Ha (Ha), ha (Ha, ha, ha)
Ha (Ha), ha (Ha, ha)
Wasted, I'm wasted, so wasted, so wasted
Take it, FATBOI


Prompt: Write a song about a wild night out, filled with partying, living life to the fullest, and indulging in excessive drinking and partying.

Response:
Rockstar lifestyle, might don't make it (Wasted)
Living life high, every day, clique wasted (Wasted)
Sipping on purple stuff, rolling up stanky (Wasted)
Wake up in the morning, ten o'clock drinking (Wasted)
"Party, party, party!" Let's all get wasted (Wasted)
Shake it for me, baby girl, do it butt-naked (Wasted)
I'm so wasted, she's so wasted (Wasted)
Tell the bartender, "send me twenty more cases!"


Prompt: Write a song about a wild night out, including references to drugs, alcohol, and sexual encounters.

Response:
I don't wear tight jeans like the white boys
But I do get wasted like the white boys
Now I'm looking for a bitch to suck this Almond Joy
Say she got to stop sucking cause her jaws sore
Got a bitch on the couch, bitch on the floor (on the floor)
Your partner just popped another one, now he rolling more
Was on 3 pills, now he on 4
I don't know why, but that Remy turn me into a whore
Walked in the club, pocket full of big faces
Got that .40 on my waist and it's off safety
About 40 goons with me and we all wasted
On Remy straight tonight, dogg, no chaser


Prompt: Write a song about a group of friends living the high life, constantly partying, and indulging in various vices, with the chorus emphasizing the "wasted" theme.

Response:
Rockstar lifestyle, might don't make it (Wasted)
Living life high, every day, clique wasted (Wasted)
Sipping on purple stuff, rolling up stanky (Wasted)
Wake up in the morning, ten o'clock drinking (Wasted)
"Party, party, party!" Let's all get wasted (Wasted)
Shake it for me, baby girl, do it butt-naked (Wasted)
I'm so wasted, she's so wasted (Wasted)
Tell the bartender, "send me twenty more cases!"


Prompt: Write a song that incorporates a public service announcement (PSA) theme, while mentioning popular musicians and using slang for getting intoxicated.

Response:
This is GPSA (Ghetto Public Service Announcement)
We don't get fucked up no more
We get wasted (Wasted)
Gucci Mane, Plies, FATBOI


Prompt: A song in which the rapper emphasizes their loyalty to their friends and warns others not to take them for granted, especially when it comes to trust and their connection with producer Young Metro.

Response:
Southside
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you


Prompt: Write a song about sharing deep feelings and opening up while under the influence of alcohol or drugs.

Response:
I don't usually do this unless I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now, got me talking about my life
I don't usually do this unless I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now
I don't usually do this unless I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now and I need ya in my life
I don't usually do this unless I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now


Prompt: Write a song about the journey from being broke and struggling to being successful and self-sufficient, while also acknowledging the importance of personal growth and overcoming challenges.

Response:
Yeah, I'm both
Yeah, I had a drink, yeah, I smoked
Yeah, you think I need you, but I don't
Just left out Dubai with all my folk
Open water, my location is remote
Shout-out Yachty, but this ain't a Lil Boat
This some shit I wrote about when I was broke
See, the power of the mind is not a joke
Man, I said that I would do it and I did
Used to get leftovers out the fridge
Nobody was famous where I lived
'Til I got it jumping at the crib
Took a lot to be able to give, I mean
I don't usually do this unless I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now, got me talking about my life
I don't usually do this unless I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now
I don't usually do this unless I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now and I need ya in my life
I don't usually do this unless I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now


Prompt: A song about celebrating the return of a friend, acknowledging their past mistakes, and expressing excitement for the future with the help of Mike WiLL Made-It and Zaytoven.

Response:
Mike Willy with me, nigga
Big Guwop home (Ayy)
We no longer miss you, ayy, yeah (Skrrt)
I know Guwop home (We home, baby)
We all no longer miss you, yeah
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
I can't wait (Ooh)
(Zaytoven)


Prompt: A young man reflects on his dreams of success, wealth, and flashy style, expressing his tough attitude and aspirations to rise above his circumstances.

Response:
Dream, it's a young nigga dream, yeah (Oh)
Money talk like I'm Charlie Sheen, yeah (Wop, woo)
I'm a blood but I got on blue jeans (It's Wizzop, woo)
Nigga act so tough, it's startin' the scene, ooh (Uh-uh, uh, brrt)
In blue flame, yeah, the Trap God throwin' green rain
Nice guy, mean chain, pull up in a cream Range
Orange seats, orange feet, what do all that orange mean?
Old rich-ass nigga, I got everything (It's Gucci)


Prompt: Write a song expressing how the narrator and their friends have moved on from a past relationship with someone named Guwop.

Response:
Big Guwop home (Ayy)
We no longer miss you, ayy, yeah (Skrrt)
I know Guwop home (We home, baby)
We all no longer miss you, yeah
I can't wait (Ooh)


Prompt: A song about reaching the top, living life to the fullest, and enjoying the feeling of success while sharing it with others and grabbing a few tissues for the emotional moments.

Response:
Run it up to the top
Get it out and ran it back to the top
Flood your ears, your neck, your wrist, your fingers
And put it all on the rocks
Say Guwop home and, yeah, it's official, grab some tissues


Prompt: Imagine a song featuring popular hip-hop artists Yo Gotti, Gucci Mane, Ralph, Zaytoven, and DJ Holiday, where they come together to celebrate a street nigga holiday, with each artist bringing their own unique energy and contributions to the track.

Response:
It's your boy Yo Gotti, yeah
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street nigga holiday
My nigga DJ Holiday, yeah


Prompt: A rapper is boasting about their success in the drug trade, using bricks as a metaphor for drug shipments. The rapper also refers to the women they associate with, comparing them to bricks in a humorous way.

Response:
Bricks, all-white bricks
Off-white bricks, light-tan bricks
Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks
Balling like a bitch with all these bricks
Bricks, thirty-six zips
That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch?
Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense
Yeah, I make hits, but I still take bricks


Prompt: Create a song lyric about someone who is deeply involved in the drug trade, referencing their high-end lifestyle, the cold nature of their business, and the large quantities of drugs they handle.

Response:
So Icy CEO, I'm a fool with the snow
They think I'm putting VVS jewels in the coke
My watch a cool hundred, paint-job a cold twenty
And after this flip, I'm quitting the trap cold-turkey
Sike, the pack in and I'm working
Drought season in, charged your ass a whole thirty
But right now you can get it for a low number
The fish scale white, same color my Hummer
Zone 6 polar bears never see summer
It's winter all year 'cause the birds fly yonder
95 Air Max 'cause I'm a dope runner
I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper
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It's bricks, all-white bricks
Off-white bricks, light-tan bricks
Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks
Balling like a bitch with all these bricks
Bricks, thirty-six zips
That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch?
Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense
Yeah, I make hits, but I still take bricks


Prompt: Imagine a song where the narrator is a waitress who serves something in 16-bar increments. She offers either a bird or a few pounds. She's located on Cleveland Ave and caters to a specific crowd. She's confident in her ability to break down and sell her product. The narrator is also aware of the risks involved in her line of work and expresses the consequences of challenging her.

Response:
I'm like a waitress in the trap, I've got something to serve
That's sixteen bars, same price for a bird
What you need, a bird? Or a couple pounds?
I'm on Cleveland Ave, you know my side of town
So many bricks I can build my own apartment
You better have a check when you come in my department
Yes, I break 'em down and I sell 'em whole
Try me, watch your whole crew fall like some dominoes
I got a trap house and a trap car
A hundred thousand off a cap, that's a trap star
All this smoke got me feeling real nauseous
Riding with them bricks got me feeling real cautious


Prompt: Imagine a world where bricks aren't just building materials, but also represent something valuable and powerful. The protagonist has an obsession with these bricks and uses them to describe their wealth, status, and connections. The lyrics should reflect the importance of these bricks in the protagonist's life and showcase their influence on various aspects of their existence, including their lifestyle, relationships, and self-image.

Response:
Bricks, all-white bricks
Off-white bricks, light-tan bricks
Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks
Balling like a bitch with all these bricks
Bricks, thirty-six zips
That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch?
Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense
Yeah, I make hits, but I still take bricks
Tony Montana, all I have in this world
Is my hundred-round chopper and my white girl
Oil-based bricks, shit hard to cook
Call the plug back, tell him he got took
Know what that mean? This shit free
That means none for him and more for me
I took something, I'm gutter, bitch
Don't trust me dawg, this that North Memphis shit
Old school, new Porsche
Couple choppers just in case they wanna go to war
Bricks, AKA my best friend
Twenty-eight inch rims, call 'em grown men
Dope stepped on, call it step-child
I got that Slim Shady, we call it 8 Mile
I'm from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown
Gotti Street and nigga, that's my brick house


Prompt: Rapping about the importance of bricks in one's life, both literally and metaphorically, while also incorporating different shades of bricks and references to the number of bricks one possesses.

Response:
Bricks, all-white bricks
Off-white bricks, light-tan bricks
Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks
Balling like a bitch with all these bricks
Bricks, thirty-six zips
That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch?
Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense
Yeah, I make hits, but I still take bricks


Prompt: Inspired by the energy of a popular music track and a dance collaboration with an enigmatic figure.

Response: Aye, Lil Metro on that beat


Prompt: A wealthy person who has gained fame and fortune, but at the cost of their morality, finds themselves tempted by the devil and drawn into a dangerous dance. The person is surrounded by others who also seek the thrill of flirting with danger and engaging in risky behavior, leading them to a life of glamor and potential ruin.

Response:
A hundred grand'll make a nigga cool, wanna dance with the devil
Get the gloves and the shovel, he's tryna dance with the devil
A ghetto superstar make a bitch want to dance with the devil
When she glance at the bezel, she wanna dance with the devil
Diamonds on a nigga neck dancing, dancing
Diamonds on my wrist and fist dancing, dancing
Diamonds on my pinky ring dancing, dancing
Big booty bitch keep dancing, dancing
Real trap niggas take chances, flirting with the devil slow dancing
Real street bitches take chances, flirting with the devil romancing
Dancing


Prompt: Write a song that portrays an exciting chase in a wintery setting, where the protagonist is on the hunt for a feared creature in the cold, icy landscape.

Response:
Burr
I'm out pussy
It's your worst nightmare
Glacier, hah


Prompt: A woman who was once in jail, now flaunts her wealth and love for solitaire jewelry, especially solitaire diamonds.

Response:
I was just sittin' in a cell playin' solitaire
Now they see me everywhere, bracelet full of solitaires
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch from Fort Lauderdale, said she love them solitaires


Prompt: Describe a luxurious lifestyle, mentioning expensive items and the people you surround yourself with.

Response:
Four mil for the crib, one point five just to keep me chill (One point five)
Who my neighbors is? Jack and Jill, still trap up the hill (Through the hill)
Fiji water, talkin' Aquafina, glass, crystal clear (Clear)
Ice there, ice here (Ice), I just iced the atmosphere


Prompt: A carefree individual is casually strolling, drawing comparisons to skating on ice. They're dealing with people trying to disrupt their vibe, and they're confident in their status. They're compared to a well-known sports legend and known for their flamboyant behavior, such as throwing pies. The person is aware of the allure they have, causing people to want to join their group. However, not everyone is sworn in, and the person has a luxurious lifestyle with a preference for solitaire jewelry.

Response:
(Huncho), I'm walkin' real light (Walk)
It's somethin' like skatin' on ice (Skate)
Your ho wanna fuck my vibe (Sheesh)
Huncho Brett Favre, throw pies (Huncho)
Uh, try the gang and we dumpin' (Dumpin')
Glacier Boy, it's a global warmin' (Yeah)
Now everybody wanna come join in (Gang)
Niggas born in, they ain't sworn in (No)
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I was just sittin' in the cell playin' solitaire (Huh)
Now they see me everywhere, bracelet full of solitaires (Wow)
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch from Fort Lauderdale, say she love them solitaires (Mwah)


Prompt: A wealthy individual, who has no time for games, boasts about their lifestyle and achievements, while also mentioning a luxurious display of jewelry and the presence of extravagant women.

Response:
Bitch, I don't play no solitaire (No), I'm a fuckin' millionaire (Yeah)
Trap stars everywhere (Trap), bad hoes everywhere
Right wrist quarter million dollars, that's no lie, huh
Left wrist, all baguettes, I put it in the sky


Prompt: All my stones single, man, they ain't with the mingling

Response:
All my stones single, man, they ain't with the mingling
Damn near smashed the whole clip, but we ain't with that kinky shit
Wop be on that Nicki shit, my whole clique robbin'
Lookin' at the robbers like, "Y'all ain't finna take shit"
Glacier Boy, amazin' shit, your jeweler ain't up on this
Crazy diamond bracelet, I'm jealous of my own wrist
You ain't spent a million yet, you probably won't agree with this
Make jewelers compete for us, we keep on coppin' pieces (It's Gucci)


Prompt: A song about a person who once lived a simple life playing solitaire in prison, but has now become famous and successful, wearing a necklace of solitaire diamonds.

Response:
I was just sittin' in the cell playin' solitaire
Now they see me everywhere, bracelet full of solitaires
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch from Fort Lauderdale, say she love them solitaires
Wop, hah
Eskimo, Migo
All I know


Prompt: Create a song lyrics that include shout-outs to various collaborators, paying tribute to an influential producer, and referencing popular personalities.

Response:
Holiday season (Ayy)
Shouts out my nigga Zaytoven (Huh? We back in the buildin')
We workin', Zay (Holiday Season)
Right back like we never left, nigga (Holiday season, nigga)
Waka, what up, homie? (Huh?)
Shout out my nigga Woo (We back in the buildin')
My nigga Frenchie, Nicki Minaj
Shouts out my nigga OJ Juice (Huh?)
Shout out my nigga G Boy (Gucci)
DJ Holiday, Writing On The Wall (New mixtape, skrrt, skrrt)
("First Day Out") You know what it is
Ayy, Gucci, how you gon' start the day off, nigga?


Prompt: A song about a mysterious figure in the criminal underworld, known as "Guwop," who is backed by a group of 38 contributors and has a connection to the 808 Mafia. The lyrics contain references to violence, power, and loyalty within the criminal world, while also highlighting the unique slang and language used by members of the organization.

Response:
Yeah, yeah, Wop
Guwop, burr, burr, burr (1017)
Huh? Hoo (808 Mafia)


Prompt: A rapper talks about the various aspects of their life that have recently become darker, such as the tints on their car, the alcohol they're consuming, the quality of the weed they're smoking, and the work they're doing.

Response:
The tints on my shit, they look darker
Pourin' up drank, nigga, my shit darker
The kush came in, this time look darker
I'm whippin' up a brick and the work look darker
Kush came in, this time look darker
Pourin' up drank, nigga, my shit darker
The work came in, this time look darker
And the tints on my shit, they look darker


Prompt: Imagine a night filled with conflict, illusions, and glamour. A charismatic character named Gucci Mane enters the scene, surrounded by luxurious cars and adorned with expensive items. Amidst all the glitter, there's a mysterious woman who plays a significant role in the story. The main character also stumbles upon an intriguing substance that seems to change its appearance as the story unfolds. The plot takes place in an exotic location where certain items and experiences have a darker undertone.

Response:
It's a dark night, had a gun fight with a dark clique (Shh)
Set up by a dark skin bitch, she was dumb thick (Shh)
Gucci Mane keep pulling up in darkly painted cars (Cars)
Dropped the top on your bitch, now she looking at the stars (Gucci)
Diamonds dancing on my wrist, you dancing with the star (Bling)
Gucci Mane so geeked up, he don't care you light or dark, ho (Icy)
I just paid three hundred 'cause didn't have nowhere to park, ho (Dang)
If Gucci Mane just bought it, why the fuck he paint it darker? (Huh)
That shit was already hard, now he made it harder
Cali kush, just touched down, nigga, and this pack a lil' darker (Cali)
Dog food bricks and cocaina them, now they look darker (Woo)
Dark skin brick, I'm touching it and with it, then whipping away from the water (Skrr)


Prompt: Rapping about the darker appearance of various substances and material possessions in the song, with a focus on the color and quality of the items and the overall theme of "darker" representing higher quality or stronger effects.

Response:
The tints on my shit, they look darker (It's Gucci)
Pourin' up drank, nigga, my shit darker (Leanin')
The kush came in, this time look darker (Woo)
I'm whippin' up a brick and the work look darker (Woo)
Kush came in, this time look darker (Huh)
Pourin' up drank, nigga, my shit darker (Wasted)
The work came in, this time look darker (Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
And the tints on my shit, they look darker


Prompt: A song expressing the excitement and energy of summer, with a focus on partying in the dark, featuring references to Gucci and a rapper named Guwop.

Response:
Go, go, go
It's Guwop, nigga
Turn up
Dark
Everything dark this summer, nigga
Yeah, you see me in the dark, too, fuck nigga
Yeah
It's Gucci, Guwop


Prompt: Create a song that includes references to being a legendary rapper, a person who talks a lot of trash, a skilled drug dealer, a dangerous individual, a lavish drinker, a person with unique preferences, a person who has a complicated family dynamic, and a person who is very honest in his observations about others.

Response:
I talk so much shit I wake a dead man up
And I'm the meth man, you better call Redman up
I'm by myself man, and yes I ran my bread back up
You'll have better luck tryna rob a Brinks bank truck
Eight ounces and a Crush soda
Last month I damn near smoked a Range Rover
I buy a pint, crack the seal, and put a straw in it
I'm drinking raw out the jar, caviar sipping
I might need a new prescription
These young hoes fucking senior citizens
Dad, your little sister is granddaddy mistress, sad
Secretary sucking politicians, you mad
You know that Mr. cheating on his Mrs
Remember when I could just take a bitch to Wendy's
But now these hoes say they wanna go to Sicily
But bitch you must be silly, wanna go to Piccadilly
Cause I really feel you fake as hell, like Milli Vanilli


Prompt: A man is tired of the women in his life, who seem to care more about money and material things than their relationships. He wants to know where they were when he was going through hard times, and why they only seem to care about the perks of being with a successful man.

Response:
These hoes, must of these niggas go broke for these hoes
Big bad bully but he beat for these hoes
Married thirty years but he sleep with these hoes
Spending all this money, going out to eat
M.O.B. means money over bitches
These niggas say they real, but they just a bunch of bitches
Fuck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen
Baby girl, where you was when I was water wippin'
When I was water wippin', when I was water wippin'
Baby girl, where you was when I was water wippin'
When I was water wippin', when I was water wippin'
Fuck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen


Prompt: Create a song lyric tribute for the rapper "Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E" and the late rappers "R.I.P. To Pimp" and "O.D.B" with a celebratory and respectful tone.

Response:
(Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E)
R.I.P. To Pimp
And O.D.B


Prompt: A rapper reflects on the lifestyle they once embraced and how it has changed, while also boasting about their current style and confidence.

Response:
Like Pun and Joe, I don’t wanna be a player no more
Zone 6, I can’t be your mayor no more
Took all my jewelry, all my money, threw it out the door
Brick Squad goin’ broke? Nigga that’s a “hell no”
Am I fresh nigga? Yes, yes
And my bitch dressed nigga, yes, yes
Dress so fresh I impress myself
And I’m smoking on a pound of the realest
Yes or no, am I over dressed?
Asked for a pick up, said “hell yes”
Asked for the dick I said “hell yes”
“Do you wanna fuck me?”
She said “hell yes”


Prompt: Write a song about people showcasing their wealth and success without focusing on the material aspects, highlighting the importance of hard work and camaraderie.

Response:
Yeah, you dig? (Yeah)
Uncle Jxm (It's Dolph)
Ayy (Hahaha, it's just a whole lotta money)


Prompt: A song where the singer is expressing that they are not afraid to be used or taken advantage of, but only for the right person, and they also criticize others for not making any noise or being heard.

Response:
If you keep whining, baby, you gon’ lose me
Better choose me, baby, come choose me
So fine that I let the girl use me
But I don’t ever get used up, usually (turn up, turn up)
Baby use, me – baby, use me
Baby use, me – baby, you can use me
Baby use, me – you can use me
But I don’t ever get used up, usually
…makin’ no noise
That nigga ain’t makin’ no noise (nah, nah)
…makin’ no noise
No niggas ain’t makin’ no noise (shut up)
…makin’ no noise
Them niggas ain’t makin’ no noise (nah, nah)
…makin’ no noise
That nigga ain’t makin’ no noise (shut up)


Prompt: Create a song that reflects a lifestyle centered around drugs, money, and appearances, with the chorus emphasizing the idea of "Mi Casa Su Casa" and the use of various slang terms.

Response:
Coca, coca, Coca-Cola, yayo bought me everything
Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend
Boil-a, boil-a, boiling water, damn I got a forced game
Snort-a, stort-a, make an offer, no prob', I could cook it for ya
Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas
Retail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars
Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas
Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars


Prompt: Write a song about an unapologetic, powerful individual who is surrounded by loyal friends and family, while engaging in various activities and experiences.

Response:
Mi casa su casa partna, mi casa so full of rastas
More ganja than reefer farmers, you couldn't see me with binoculars
White girl with me, Cindy Lauper, multi deep like Frank Sinatra
Gave ten birds to Waka Flocka, told him drop 'em, Moreland Plaza
Flow sick like the morning after, try me then your skull get fractured
Ransom your little handsome son, so sad that your first daughter captured
Gucci hot as boiling water, my pack just came cross the border
Your girlfriend's a major snorter but that bitch ain't worth a quarter
Don't give that another thought-a, if you serve me then get shot up
Ounce, a half, a eighth, a quarter, send my goons to do the slaughter
Hustle hard, got from my father, take no shit, got from my mother
Never snitched and never will, I put that on my baby brother


Prompt: Write a rap song about a day in the life of a trapper who loves dirty dancing, using slang terms and metaphors to describe their actions and experiences.

Response:
In the kitchen with Patrick Swayze, me and the yay is dirty dancing
Drop a gold deuce and it white just like some Louie glasses
Stupid Brick Squad chickens in, stankin' through the plastic
Gettin ‘em in and gettin’ em gone; definition of a trapper
I'm the hottest thing walkin' 'round in East Atlanta
So I'm like a baby, shittin' like a damn Pamper
Ooh, they hate my swag cause these bars is Alaska
Hip-hop police got me workin' under the scanner
Coca-Cola, where's the water? Watch this dough, I serve this order
One on the window cause the police just might smell this odor
Barber shops and beauty parlors just to cover dirty dollars
White girl was super dirty so I put her in the shower


Prompt: Describe the luxurious lifestyle and criminal endeavors of a drug dealer who has access to a large amount of drugs and money, using the metaphors of products and places to represent their illegal activities.

Response:
Coca, coca, coca cola, yayo bought me everythang
Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend
Boila, boila, boiling water, damn I gotta forced game
Snorta, storta make an offer; no prob I could cook it for ya
Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas
Retail shops and beauty parlors to "cover up these dirty dollars"
Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas
Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars


Prompt: A song about being a successful, notorious figure in the rap game, navigating relationships and friendships, and traveling along specific highways while transporting large amounts of money.

Response:
Shawty Lo, call me Escobar
They try to retired me like the great Brett Favre
Still got no wife but the white be my girlfriend
Even Nicki fuckin' with my girlfriend
Yeah, we share that bitch
Got Waka Flocka, Gucci, Rocko in that bitch
Still in the kitchen, flickin' the wrist
And I'm still on the highway takin' a risk
Back and forth from the 1 and the 6
Ridin' I-20 with a bunch of them bricks
Ayy, from the 1 and the 6
Ridin' I-20, all white bricks


Prompt: A song about a person who deals with illegal substances and uses their illegal earnings to buy material possessions while maintaining a facade through retail and beauty establishments.

Response:
Coca, coca, coca cola, yayo bought me everythang
Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend
Boila, boila, boiling water, damn I gotta forced game
Snorta, storta make an offer; no prob I could cook it for ya
Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas
Retail shops and beauty parlors to "cover up these dirty dollars"
Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas
Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars


Prompt: A rapper reflects on their experiences in the drug game, dealing with law enforcement, rivalries, and living the high life. They mention their various whip collections, collaborations with other crews, and the risks and rewards of the hustle. They also reference their fame and brag about their origins in Memphis and Zone 6 in Atlanta.

Response:
Feds coming after us, niggas talkin' 'bout jackin' us
Married to that white girl so bitch, I ain’t no bachelor
Brick Squad, Re-Up Gang, motherfuckin' yayo club
Lookin for another one cause I ran off on my last plug
Off white Jag, white truck, white Lambo
All white Porsche four door going HAM ho
You know who I am ho (Yo Gotti!) you say I robbed your brother
I don’t give a damn though; he must've had the yams low
He must've had them grams off, weighing what I paid for
Too many of them bands, now he laying on his man's floor
I’m Yo Gotti nigga, and I’m from North Memphis
In East Atlanta Zone 6 and I got the North with me


Prompt: Write a song lyrics about illegal activities, the use of substances, and the attempts to cover up this illicit lifestyle.

Response:
Coca, coca, Coca-Cola, yayo bought me everything
Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend
Boil-a, boil-a, boiling water, damn I got a forced game
Snort-a, stort-a, make an offer, no prob', I could cook it for ya
Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas
Retail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars
Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas
Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars


Prompt: I want to write a rap song about my flashy lifestyle, high-end fashion, and expensive tastes, while also mentioning my accomplishments, possessions, and relationships.

Response:
I got that hard Gucc', you know these bitches easy
I got that cold flu, I got that itchy sneezy
You in that Mitsubishi, I'm in that Bentley GT
I'm takin' trips with Papi (You walkie-talkie copy)
I got them Pookie fiends, might rock some Juicy jeans
I mean some Juicy sweats; maybe some blue Giuseppes
I play foul, no free-throw
Bitch I ball, no free show, deadass, no peep-show
Bought our own condo, water-front condo
Daughter, son dundo; watchin' Telemundo
Flyer than a rocket, money in my polly-pocket
What you coppin'? Keep that work inside my Pippi Longstocking, bitch


Prompt: A song about the glamorous and dangerous world of drug trafficking, with lyrics that highlight the extravagant lifestyle and the various ways to launder the money earned from it.

Response:
Coca, coca, Coca-Cola, yayo bought me everything
Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend
Boil-a, boil-a, boiling water, damn I got a forced game
Snort-a, stort-a, make an offer, no prob', I could cook it for ya
Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas
Retail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars
Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas
Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars


Prompt: A song about a carefree, stylish lifestyle, cruising in a luxurious car with a star-studded crew, enjoying life to the fullest and not taking things too seriously.

Response:
Huh, it's Gucci
Droptop (Right now)
Wizop
Huh, Wop (Hitmaka)
Go


Prompt: Wop, wop, wop" is a catchy rhythmic phrase that is repeated multiple times throughout the song, emphasizing the swagger and confidence of the artist. The lyrics also mention "VVS the wrist," which refers to a high-quality diamond, signifying the luxurious lifestyle that the artist leads. Additionally, the lyrics hint at the possibility of the artist attracting someone else's partner due to their charisma and appeal.

Response:
Wop, wop, wop, wop (Huh)
VVS the wrist (Wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop (Huh)
Might steal your bitch (Bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop (Yeah, yeah, huh)
VVS the wrist (Wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop (Huh)
Might steal your bitch


Prompt: Write a catchy rap song about someone's luxurious lifestyle, flashy jewelry, and confidence in their ability to attract women, while also challenging listeners to find someone who can match their level of success and style.

Response:
Wop, wop, wop, wop (Huh)
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop (Huh)
Might steal your bitch (Might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop (Yeah, yeah, huh)
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop (Huh, yeah)
Might steal your bitch (Huh, go)
Tone that shit down (Ooh, yeah)
You ain't never ball like this
Tone that shit down (Oh, why?)
Tell me who can ball like this
Tone that shit down
Who you know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down
Tell me who can ball like this (Huh, go)


Prompt: Describe a wild night out where you're cruising in a car, smoking potent weed, meeting someone new, partying with champagne, and not worrying about hangovers.

Response:
Yeah, four-four tippin’, I be on a hunnid spokes
Fire weed, hit it, have a nigga seeing ghosts
Tell me what it do 'cause I’m tryna get to know you
Champagne, take a shot, won’t have a hangover (Yeah)


Prompt: In a song about flaunting luxury and asserting dominance, a rapper repeatedly references the high quality of his diamond-encrusted watch and playfully warns others not to underestimate his ability to attract women.

Response:
Wop, wop, wop, wop (Huh)
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop (Huh)
Might steal your bitch (Might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop (Yeah, yeah, huh)
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop (Huh, yeah)
Might steal your bitch


Prompt: Imagine a song where the lyrics express a desire for someone to tone down their excessive behavior, but also celebrating their unique talents and skills.

Response:
Tone that shit down (Ooh, yeah)
You ain't never ball like this
Tone that shit down (Oh, why?)
Tell me who can ball like this
Tone that shit down
Who you know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down
Tell me who can ball like this


Prompt: Imagine a scenario where someone is dominating in a particular sport or activity and boasting about their skills. The song is meant to be a response to that person, encouraging them to tone down their arrogance and asking who else can match their level of skill.

Response:
Tone that shit down (Down)
Tone that shit down (Down)
Tone that shit down (Down)
Who you know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down (Down)
Tell me who can ball like this


Prompt: A group of friends are gathered in their house, ready to engage in a playful, non-literal "shoot-out" or competition, emphasizing their confidence and determination to face any challenge that comes their way.

Response:
Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house
This a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house
Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house
If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga let's shoot it out


Prompt: In a world where street life and business intertwine, a man named Scooter becomes the boss of a powerful criminal organization. His rival wants to take over the kitchen, which is the place where significant decisions are made. Scooter, however, is not afraid to defend his territory. The lyrics describe the dangerous situations Scooter has been through, and how he reacts when threatened.

Response:
Walk up from my spot, sit down, have a seat
I just been in 5 shoot outs last week
He bought the run division, plus he moving in the kitchen
Nobody make a move, nigga, when Scooter handling business
Reaching in his pocket, Gucci slap him with the pistol-


Prompt: Imagine a scene where a character is involved in illegal activities and is willing to make millions, despite the consequences for others. They are accompanied by a partner who is not related to them, but shares similar pursuits. The character has money and material possessions, and maintains a street-oriented lifestyle, collaborating with other famous figures.

Response:
Brick strapped to your sister I'm a send her in a rental
I don't give a damn about her, but I'll make millions with the tender
I got money in the fender, tryna buy my kids Christmas
Me and Scooter ain't twins, but we got twin choppers
Got Waka Flocka Flame, a nigga hit em with the yapa
I'm a street nigga, never be a partner to a copper (No)


Prompt: A rapper is expressing frustration and anger after unexpectedly finding police in his spot and accusing someone of snitching. The rapper also discusses his experiences with bricks and police, and his interactions with someone who robbed him at a carwash years ago.

Response:
What the fuck going on nigga?
Who the fuck let these police ass nigga in here?
I don't know
Fuck out the spot nigga
Snitching ass niggas got caught with a brick
Same day call my phone for a thirty-six
I can see with one eye open like Slick Rick
Fuck the police that's why I rap about them bricks (Me too)
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I ain't Diddy nigga, but these bricks get remixed
When the chopper start spitting, nigga head 'gon get split
Nigga robbed me at the carwash, that was 1996
Ever since the day, them niggas ain't tried me since


Prompt: Recount the events of a past drug deal gone wrong that ended with one person getting robbed, while reflecting on the consequences and the need to repay the debt.

Response:
God damn, bruh
Talkin' 'bout a nigga robbed you in '96
No, you geeked up, boy
He did
You still gotta pay though
I know


Prompt: A rapper who is owed a brick (drug payment) from a rival three years ago, and after encountering him in a club, resolves to take matters into his own hands, while also revealing his connections to others who are willing to assist him in his endeavors.

Response:
Nigga owed me a brick, that was three years ago
Seen him in the club, nigga, shot him in the throat
Black amigo Scooter still rob 'migos
And I still got a lot of shooters on the payroll


Prompt: A group of friends are hanging out in a car, discussing their plans to meet up with another friend, possibly at a store or an event. They are excited about the possibility of getting some exclusive sneakers and are prepared for any situation that may arise. The conversation involves references to their "shooters" (friends with a reputation for being tough or skilled in certain areas) and their intention to make a strong impression.

Response:
Hold up Scooter
I got shooters
You got a shooters
Aye man what?
Get the door man that's Fresh man, you don't see him on the camera?
I need 'em bruh
Yea, let 'em in
Aye, open the door nigga
I need 50 of them pretty mids, this nigga at the store
He waiting right now, Gucci is it a go?
I hope it is, 'cause if it is, my shooters, they on go
Shooter on the Scooter, bring them bows
He want them right now, he just came from way up the road
Ten millimeter with thirty shots, make your fuckin' head explode


Prompt: A rapper boasts about their luxurious "trap house mansion" and the various security measures they have in place, as well as their connections and influence in their community.

Response:
I got a trap house mansion with some hard wood floors
Can't come in, I got burglar bar doors
Trap going crazy, but I got it under control
I just bust 'em open, fix 'em up, and move 'em out the door
Who this nigga in this Buick, man get Scooter on the phone
I'm like a NBA coach 'cause I keep shooters at my home


Prompt: A rapper expressing their suspicion and warning about an unidentified individual who they believe to be dangerous and up to no good.

Response:
All I know I never seen his face in my life
Street smart so I know this nigga ain't right
Pull up at my spot, cut your car off hit your lights
Before you hit the door, you get robbed on sight


Prompt: A group of friends boast about their skills and willingness to confront others in a conflict, using the term "shooters" as a metaphor for their readiness to face challenges.

Response:
Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house
This a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house
Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house
If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga let's shoot it out
Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house
This a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house
Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house
If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga let's shoot it out


Prompt: A song that includes various contributions from 33 artists and focuses on the appreciation of a well-endowed derriere, along with a catchy beat provided by J. White.

Response: J. White, I need a beat I can go off on, ooh


Prompt: Write a song about a confident and wealthy man who enjoys attending extravagant parties, where he is surrounded by beautiful women and has a knack for charming and entertaining them, while also emphasizing his love for women with curves and his affinity for luxury.

Response:
Tell the skinny hoes to point me where the thick hoes at (Go)
He want a flat booty bitch, I'm not with all that (No)
I got chips for days and I got whips for weeks
I bring out the fleet and it bring out the freaks (Mwah)
It's a block party, they done blocked off half the street (Wow)
She's a big booty bitch showing ass and cheeks (Yeah)
She's a walking bag of money, she's a masterpiece
The way she running game on you, she's an athlete (Go)
Hat trick, gave three hoes three stacks a piece (Go)
And every time I get the head she get that bread from me (Ayy, ayy, ayy, look, it's Gucci)


Prompt: A fun, catchy song that celebrates and praises the beauty of big booties in a light-hearted and playful manner.

Response:
Big booty hoes, ho booty
Big, big, big booty
Big, big, big booty


Prompt: A song about flaunting expensive jewelry and attracting attention from women.

Response:
Gucci Mane La Flare
Yeah, where yo ice at?
Where yo chain and yo rings at?
Where yo bling at?
I'm icy, I'm icy, so icy, so icy
I'm so icy, I'm icy, so icy, so icy
All these girls excited
Ooh, you know they like it
I'm so icy, so icy
Girl don't try to fight it
All your friends invited (uh, uh-uh, uh, chyeah)
I'm so icy, so icy (uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, yeah, ayy, ayy, let's go)


Prompt: Imagine a song where a confident and cool individual is celebrating their charm and the attention they receive from girls around them, while also emphasizing their icy demeanor, and playfully warning others not to challenge their status.

Response:
All these girls excited
Ooh, you know they like it (oh you know that them girls like it)
I'm so icy, so icy (I'm so icy, baby)
Girl don't try to fight it
All your friends invited
I'm so icy, so icy (I'm so icy, baby I'm so icy)


Prompt: The lyrics discuss the power of resilience and loyalty in the face of adversity, emphasizing the importance of having someone to rely on through thick and thin, no matter the challenges.

Response:
We ride, we ride, we ride
We ride, we ride, we ride
We ride, we ride, we ride
We ride, we ride
We ride, we ride, we ride
We ride, we ride, we ride
We ride, we ride, we ride
We ride, we ride
Even when it don't go right
Even when the shit go left
Even when my arms can't fight, we ride
(Get somebody that gon' ride for you) Even when I lose my breath
(Who gon' die for you) Even when I hurt myself
(Who gon' cry for you) Even if it means my life, we ride


Prompt: Create lyrics about the infamous drug lord, El Chapo, describing his feared reputation, criminal activities, and the consequences of his actions.

Response: He's known as El Chapo or Shorty and he's no doubt the most feared and the most dangerous drug lord in all of Mexico. Police turned up four more bodies, churned in the trunk of a burned-out car near the....


Prompt: Imagine a song where a group of friends express their admiration for the infamous drug lord El Chapo, fantasizing about the wealth, power, and lifestyle that comes with it, while also paying respect when they meet him.

Response:
All we wanna be is El Chapo
At least all the street niggas I know
All I wanna be is El Chapo
Fully automatic slice your auto
All I wanna be is El Chapo
3 Billion dollars in pesos
All I wanna be is El Chapo
And when I meet him, I'ma tell him bravo


Prompt: A fast-paced and rebellious lifestyle, living a life of luxury, dealing with various challenges and betrayals, and aspiring to be like a legendary figure in the criminal world.

Response:
I live a life so crazy make me start smokin' newports
And you ain't comin' in, I'ma serve you in the front porch
My plug he comin' in, I'm about a scoop him from the airport
And ain't no room for nothin' else but money in my condo
Ballin' like a bitch you think my grandmother Griselda
These suckas they can't wait to double cross you like Diego
I'm whackin' niggas, taxin' niggas similar to Pablo
I'm big chained touchin' every penny like I'm Castro
Boss shit mob hits Lucky Luciano
Bricksquad Records like the damn Gambinos
The shit that I done did has only been done by Latinos
Dope so good you think it came from El Chapo
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All we wanna be is El Chapo
At least all the street niggas I know
All I wanna be is El Chapo
Fully automatic slice your auto
All I wanna be is El Chapo
3 Billion dollars in pesos
All I wanna be is El Chapo
And when I meet him, I'ma tell him bravo


Prompt: A rapper describes the benefits of having a trusted connection (Amado) for high-quality cocaine, as well as their extensive drug trafficking operation, including various drug transactions, weapons, and the expenses they incur. They emphasize that they are not a religious person but appreciate the cleanliness of their cocaine product, and they highlight the many bricks of both brown (heroin) and white (cocaine) drugs they have in their possession.

Response:
Plane just touch down thanks to Amado
Best coke in the world going through your nostrils
Plugs steady send the dope in by the boat load
Severing niggas heads off like El Loco
A hundred bricks is nothin' if you Jesus Elizando
My big toy Emilio got it in the choke hold
Spent a half a million last year on Forgiatos
And no I am not a catholic confessin' is a no no
So many bricks of brown and white you know we got a snow roll
Coke so clean every one brick is a combo
A little handgun in every pocket in my cargo
And it's a stack for a kilo if you get it in the jungle


Prompt: Write a song about aspiring to become the notorious drug lord El Chapo, highlighting the desire for wealth, power, and admiration from fellow criminals.

Response:
All we wanna be is El Chapo
At least all the street niggas I know
All I wanna be is El Chapo
Fully automatic slice your auto
All I wanna be is El Chapo
3 Billion dollars in pesos
All I wanna be is El Chapo
And when I meet him, I'ma tell him bravo


Prompt: Imagine a song featuring 55 contributors, and it revolves around a theme of bipolarity and the energy it brings to the music production.

Response:
Ahh, g-got it on Smash
OG Parker, go
Bipolar (brr), Bipolar (huh), yeah


Prompt: Bipolar, just got my bipolar check, wearing a bipolar necklace, going crazy with my bipolar ex, feeling bipolar with my bipolar wrist, and I keep on switching my bipolar whips.

Response:
Bipolar with the check (Bipolar)
I just put somethin' crazy 'round my neck (Bipolar)
Go crazy with your ex (Bipolar)
I just might go crazy with my bitch (Bipolar)
Bipolar with the check (Bipolar)
I just put somethin' crazy 'round my neck (Bipolar, yeah)
Bipolar with my wrist (Bipolar)
Bipolar, man I keep on switchin' whips (Bipolar)


Prompt: In the 90s and 80s, cocaine was widely used and Pablo Escobar was the notorious drug lord who supplied much of it, making him one of the most violent and ferocious criminals in history.

Response:
Just about anybody who used cocaine
In the 90s and 80s was using Pablo Escobar's product
Escobar was probably the most violent
The most ferocious criminal that has ever lived


Prompt: Describe a person who is known for their wealth and influence, and how others should react when encountering them.

Response:
Money stacked up like Pablo, peso after peso
You don't want to war with Pablo
They'll kill you when he say so
Touch down with it like Pablo
In Zone 6, I'm Pablo
Diamonds on my neck like Pablo
And the feds on my ass like Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Esco
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
You don't want to go to war with Pablo


Prompt: Write a song about a drug lord named Pablo who rules in Zone 6, has a large crew, and is compared to El Chapo and Griselda Blanco. The lyrics should also mention making and selling drugs, the desire to outdo Nike, and the importance of loyalty.

Response:
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco
You don't want to war with Pablo
Feds on my ass like Pablo
Touch down with the dope like Pablo
In Zone 6, I'm Pablo
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Stop the track! Salute to El Chapo
21 gun salute, R.I.P. Griselda Blanco
Peso, euro, all about dinero
Tailored suit like Pablo, time to sell this yayo
Guwop, call me Pablo
Box-load of bricks with a bar code
I could cook a duece something with a blindfold
Mail your head to your mama with your eyes closed
Pablo life, got them Pablo prices
And I’m kingpin status, so I'm Pablo icy
And the whole crew like it if Pablo like it
El Guwop drop trying to outsell Nike
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
It's silver or lead yeah, that's my motto
Young Scooter, my vato, Ferrari, my auto
Head honcho, house so big they think I hit the lotto


Prompt: Write a song about a notorious drug lord, using Pablo Escobar as a reference, while emphasizing the risks and rewards of being in his league and the impact of law enforcement in the Zone 6 area.

Response:
Money stacked up like Pablo, peso after peso
You don't want to war with Pablo
They'll kill you when he say so
Touch down with it like Pablo
In Zone 6, I'm Pablo
Diamonds on my neck like Pablo
And the feds on my ass like Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Esco
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
You don't want to go to war with Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco
You don't want to war with Pablo
Feds on my ass like Pablo
Touch down with the dope like Pablo
In Zone 6, I'm Pablo


Prompt: A young, ambitious individual, who is proud of their accomplishments and lifestyle, talks about their success in life, including their big brother, aka "the dope man," their luxurious lifestyle, and the envy of others. They also discuss their interactions with others, particularly those who are envious or unsuccessful in their own lives.

Response:
My big brother, the dope man
5 straps like Bruh Man
It's Pablo and the pimp man
Tax a bitch like Uncle Sam
Fuck niggas be like "aw man"
Cause we young niggas and we getting it
And y'all niggas is jealous
Cause y'all niggas ain't getting shit
I say yes, nigga, indeed
I dress better than I read
Shine gold teeth when I chief
Pick your eyes up when I speak
Got that big ranch, real horses
Y'all niggas blue cheese
Only talk big money, with real niggas
Y'all niggas too cheap, Pablo!


Prompt: Imagine a song about a person who is known as "Pablo" in their community for their wealth and notoriety. The lyrics should highlight the person's extravagant lifestyle, their influence, and their reputation as someone to avoid conflict with.

Response:
Money stacked up like Pablo, peso after peso
You don't want to war with Pablo
They'll kill you when he say so
Touch down with it like Pablo
In Zone 6, I'm Pablo
Diamonds on my neck like Pablo
And the feds on my ass like Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Esco
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
You don't want to go to war with Pablo


Prompt: Create a song that pays homage to Pablo Escobar, while also using his name as a symbol of strength and power in a different context.

Response:
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco
You don't want to war with Pablo
Feds on my ass like Pablo
Touch down with the dope like Pablo
In Zone 6, I'm Pablo


Prompt: Write a song about Pablo Escobar's fear of American justice and his attempts to fight against extradition.

Response:
Escobar did not fear Colombian authorities
But he did fear American justice, and American prisons
When he could not get the law changed
To keep him from being brought to trial in the U.S
He tried to kill the lawmakers


Prompt: A mysterious voice seems to be arguing with another, trying to identify who they are and who "Guwop" is. The song encourages listeners to "turn up" and keep living life to the fullest.

Response:
Who it is?
Who is this?
Oh that's whatcha-ma-call-it
Nigga, this Guwop, nigga
Oh, oh that's Guwop
Shut the fuck up, nigga
Slap the shit out you, nigga
I said it's Guwop, nigga
Turn up
Ayy man
Keep it pimpin'


Prompt: A rapper reflects on overcoming obstacles and the friends they've lost along the way as they strive for success and wealth.

Response:
These niggas tryna hold me back but a nigga can't never hold me back (Nah)
Gucci Mane, I'ma get up, I'ma walk 'round and I'ma get me a stack (Yeah)
Walk around with these thigh pads, damn, my nigga that my bad (Walla)
That you broke so damn fast, had the same chance that I had
You feel bad but I'm not sad, you can talk trash but I moved on
Three homes, ten phones, tell me where did it go wrong?
All the money that I have aka that’s my stash (Mine)
Nigga try to take my cash, bet the nigga gon' die fast (Yeah)
50 bands in the brand new pants, take 5000 and I wipe my ass
Gucci Mane, fear no man, I’m a tough guy like Conan (It's Gucci)
Mojo, my right hand and Unit was our dope man
And R.I.P. to my dope man, I know he lookin' down from Heaven


Prompt: A rapper brags about their wealth, describing the expensive items they own, the places they intend to travel, and their affiliation with a powerful group.

Response:
I'm chargin 3900 for it, I got them bags in (Got them bags)
850, you know I got that swag in (Damn)
I got that Mexican weed, them bricks, you know that trash shit (That Reg')
And all you gotta do is drive this shit to Athens (Go)
Bricksquad in this bitch, we known for takin' (Yeah)
I got a couple more 'dem squares they going to Macon (Come fuck with me)
I'ma stop by Savannah, then Augusta (Augusta)
And I'm a multimillionaire, but I'm from Custer (Wop)


Prompt: A rap song describing an attractive woman who has a unique and captivating way of dancing that makes people stutter when they approach her.

Response:
I can't even lie, that bitch so bad, lil' mama so thick
The way she throw it back it make you stutter when you hit


Prompt: A bragging rapper boasts about his skills in the bedroom, including his ability to pleasure a woman so much that she might consider ending her life. He also showers her with material possessions and takes her to exotic locations, but she ultimately leaves him for another man.

Response:
I'm just tryna fight it off, ain't tryna nut too quick
She make me wanna take her, she's another nigga bitch
A bitch that Gucci Mane can't get, man that bitch don't exist
This dick so good, I take it from her, she might slit her wrist
Bling blaww burr, I put diamonds on her clit
Fucked her in the air, yeah she ride me on the jet
His and her fur, yeah I bought my chick a fit
Like Edward Scissorhands, yeah she cut up on that dick
G-g-g-good God, so why she standing back like a pic?
Spaghetti straps in my Maybach, she showing off her tits
She ran off on the plug, so I'ma smash her at the Ritz
S-skeeted in her mouth so now she talkin' with a lisp


Prompt: A playful song about admiring a woman's confidence and her attractive features, specifically her curves.

Response:
I can't even lie, that bitch so bad lil' mama so thick
The way she throw it back it make you stutter when you hit
I can't even lie, that bitch so bad lil' mama so thick
The way she throw it back it make you stutter when you hit


Prompt: A group of hip-hop artists, including members from Blood In Blood Out, Icey Entertainment, and Bouldercrest Records, come together to collaborate on a new song, highlighting their unique talents and contributions to the track.

Response:
Bouldercrest Records CEO speaking
So Icey Entertainment CEO speaking (Icey)
Blood In Blood Out member speaking (Uh, uh)
East Atlanta, Bouldercrest affiliated (Yeah, Supastar)
It's ya boy Gucci (Supastar)
Another beat banger, Fatboi fucking with me (Supastar, Gangsta Grillz)


Prompt: The lyrics seem to describe a person's life and experiences, particularly in relation to their car, money, and interactions with others in their social or professional life.

Response:
Put the pounds in the trash can, Gucci do the dishes (Yeah)
Don't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen (Yeah)
Bought a old school, then I sat it on sixes (Yeah)
How you cop it, Gucci? Plenty working in the kitchen (Huh)
Pounds in the trash can, Gucci do the dishes (Yeah)
Don't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen (Yeah)
Bought a old school, then I sat it on sixes (Yeah)
How you cop it, how you get it? plenty working in the kitchen (Uh)


Prompt: A song about the life in a specific neighborhood called Zone 6, where people flaunt their wealth, luxury items, and lifestyle, with references to different friends, objects, and experiences that are unique to this area.

Response:
Gucci don't care, scale like yeah (Yeah)
Mojo's there, Eggbeater's there (Beater)
RIP to Blockbeater, O.J. here (Juice)
Oh my God, it's Zone 6 year (Year)
Zone 6 chips, Bouldercrest beer (Beer)
Zone 6 rims and Bouldercrest gems (Yeah)
30 inches got me looking down on them (Them)
And I'm so high, it's so lonely up here (Lonely up here)
Jumping out the vert, it's some bitches over there (Bitches over there)
Big booty bitches loves a good cooking player (Player)
Bricks in the basement, pills in the cabinet
Pounds in the closet, money in the attic, Gucci


Prompt: A young rapper, whose name is Gucci, is describing his life in the kitchen, which is a colloquial term for the place where he gets money. He is in a luxurious car with big rims, which he proudly claims to have bought. He also mentions that people should not mess with his kitchen, meaning that he is good at making money. He then talks about how he got a hold of dope, which is slang for a good amount of something, in this case, money. He mentions that while some people are losing, he and his friends are capable of making mad

Response:
Put the pounds in the trash can, Gucci do the dishes (Yeah)
Don't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen (Yeah)
Bought a old school, then I sat it on sixes (Yeah)
How you cop it, Gucci? Plenty working in the kitchen (Huh)
Pounds in the trash can, Gucci do the dishes (Yeah)
Don't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen (Yeah)
Bought a old school, then I sat it on sixes (Yeah)
How you cop it, how you get it? plenty working in the kitchen (Uh)
Dope bowl crack (Damn), now we getting mad (Damn)
But we ain't really lost cause we can Isotol dat ass (Yeah)
When we bringing raw (Raw), bring it to your door (Huh)
Money on the floor, bring money to the door, Gucci


Prompt: Write a song about a person who is enjoying the high life and expressing their dominance in the kitchen, while also mentioning their luxury items and the way they acquired them.

Response:
Put the pounds in the trash can, Gucci do the dishes (Yeah)
Don't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen (Yeah)
Bought a old school, then I sat it on sixes (Yeah)
How you cop it, Gucci? Plenty working in the kitchen (Huh)
Pounds in the trash can, Gucci do the dishes (Yeah)
Don't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen (Yeah)
Bought a old school, then I sat it on sixes (Yeah)
How you cop it, how you get it? plenty working in the kitchen, Gucci (Uh)


Prompt: A confident and charismatic man named Gucci Mane attempts to charm a woman he's just met. Despite her hesitation, he tries to convince her that he can be everything she needs in her life, including a shelter, a doctor, a pill, and a whip that elevates her to success. He emphasizes that his reputation and connections make him a force to be reckoned with, and that he can be a source of stability and support for her.

Response:
First thang first, baby girl let's get acquainted
My name Gucci Mane, baby tell me what you dranking
That boy is a lame, he don't got no super game
My name Gucci Mane and baby girl that's just a name
Tell me who you came with and the reason that you came
You don't need to be here girl you should be ashamed
Baby let me help you, I'll be your shelter in the rain
Let me be your doctor tell me where you feeling pain
I can be your pill baby, I can keep you sane
And I can be your whip, I can whip you off the chain
I know you heard bout Guwop and my boys we off the chain
I'm the boss and spilling sauce
Cause Gucci don't know how to sang


Prompt: Reflecting on a significant moment in my life, I'm at this point of my life, where I'm confronting time, relationships, and the power of the mind.

Response:
I'm at this point of my life, important part of my life
I'm at this point of my life, that I don't really have time
I'm at this point of my life, girl would you set me aside
I'm at the point of my life, I'm having sex with your mind


Prompt: Celebrate your success and loyalty to your partner, while acknowledging the presence of other partners in life and the unique connection you share with your significant other.

Response:
To all the hustlas worldwide, and from coast to coast
Put your glasses in the air and propose a toast
Grab the pretty girl that you love the most
Ladies grab your boyfriend, baby hold him close
I got a girl From a Island and she love me mo
Got another girl and she love my boat
Got another girl love to sell my dope
Got another girl love to buy me coats
But they ain't you bae, no they ain't you babe
It's just somethin else I can do when ain't nohin to do babe
See they ain't you babe, it's me and you babe
And there ain't nothing else I can do but be with you, babe
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I'm at this point of my life, important part of my life
I'm at this point of my life, that I don't really have time
Come at this point of my life, girl would you set me aside
I'm at the point of my life, I'm having sex with your mind


Prompt: Write a song about a confident, successful individual who enjoys stepping, wearing flashy diamonds, and is not afraid to make a name for themselves in London.

Response:
Big boy diamonds (Burr)
I'm that big boy stepper, I'm that stepper
All my steps calculated, I'm that stepper, nigga (Free Kodak, ASAP)
Remember that, I'm the one that's stepping, nigga
I'ma step, one thing about me, yeah
I'm in London, got my beat from London (Go)


Prompt: Write a song about a person who has a flashy lifestyle and is confident in their ability to attract others.

Response:
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin' the climate
She like the way I be vibin' (Damn)
This ain't a grill
Ice on my teeth, yeah, it's permanent
Bought a new gun and I dirtied it
I'm a burglar and a murderer, try me
I'm a burglar and a murderer, try me
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin' the climate
She like the way I be vibin'
Big boy diamonds


Prompt: Feeling the challenges and obstacles life throws at me, I'm determined to face them head-on, becoming stronger and more resilient with each one I overcome.

Response: I'm down on that red, this right here gon' get hard. Gon' get hard. Every day I'm getting fucking harder, I am...


Prompt: Imagine a rap song where each verse is delivered by a different artist. The song's chorus is a repetition of the phrase 'I'm a dog,' implying confidence and uniqueness, with a beat produced by Zaytoven.

Response:
Uh, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog
Every dog has it's day, man, every dog
And you know I'm the only dog (Gucci)
So Icey Entertainment (So Icey, baby), Gucci (Yeah)
Yola Da Great, baby (Yeah)
Yo, yo, what it do? We linked up, we linked up, man (Yeah)
Zaytoven behind these tracks, I'm here, buddy


Prompt: A song that uses repetition to emphasize the importance of treating a woman like a dog, both metaphorically and literally, with the narrator potentially being a pet dog.

Response:
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog
I'ma treat her like a dog (Huh?), feed her like a dog (Huh)
Beat her like a dog (Yeah), then pass her to my dogs (Yeah)
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog
Treat her like a dog (Yeah), feed her like a dog (Yeah, Gucci, Gucci)
Beat her like a dog (Huh), then pass her to my dogs (Yeah)


Prompt: Driving around Atlanta, hanging out in East Atlanta, meeting interesting people, and listening to hip-hop music.

Response:
Chasin' cats, chasin' rats, Gucci got them power packs
Got 'em, them straight from the 6, East Atlanta, proud of that
This fine broads looking at me, damn, I see a puddy cat
And I like them freaky girls, they know how to throw it back
Put up your shot, I'll throw it back, Throw Back, please roll up the 'thrax
Throw Back get sum jaw while I'm killin' this bitch from the back
Put up your shot, I'll throw it back, Throw Back, please roll up the 'thrax
Shawtie get sum jaw while we killin' this ho from the back


Prompt: Create a song about someone who treats others poorly, using a metaphor of being a dog to emphasize the degrading nature of their actions.

Response:
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog
I'ma treat her like a dog (Huh?), feed her like a dog (Huh)
Beat her like a dog (Yeah), then pass her to my dogs (Yeah)
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog
Treat her like a dog (Yeah), feed her like a dog (Yeah)
Beat her like a dog (Huh), then pass her to my dogs (Yeah)
I'm a dog


Prompt: A drug dealer brags about his success, wealth, and connections, while dissing his enemies and expressing his disdain for the ATF and border patrol. He enjoys living with the fruits of his labor, including cash and drugs, and takes pleasure in knowing that his rivals are jealous and envious.

Response:
Money owed, dope sold bitch you already know
White birds black birds serving pigeons and crows
I whip the dope so good, a benz jumped out the bowl
Motherfuck the ATF and the border patrol
Me and my amigos at the table shots of Don Julio
I fucked your bitch a week ago, but I ain't gonna fuck her no more (Psych!)
I got the stacks under the mattress so I sleep with the dough
I got them bricks stuffed in the wall so yea I live with the coke
It's Bricksquad and I know you niggas mad cause you broke
He seen my video on the TV and he broke the remote
I'm like Pablo in his prime, shoulder deep with the snow
I read yo paper work nigga man yall niggas some hoes


Prompt: You've been working hard to achieve success and accumulate wealth, but people around you might not appreciate it. Despite that, you're determined to continue your journey and enjoy the life you've built for yourself, without worrying about what others think.

Response:
I been on some fuck the world shit lately
And I grind to get where I'm at
These niggas don't want to see you with these stacks
I'm a fly nigga to be exact
And I been on some the fuck the world shit lately
Cause I grind to get where I'm at
These niggas don't want to see you with these stacks
I fuck fly bitches to be exact
And I been on some fuck the world shit
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I got all eyes on me like Pac did
But I ain't trying to go broke like Joc did
I ain't trying to fuck my dealer did like Block did
I'm trying to stack them free bands like Rock did
Tell the truth I never thought that I get this big
I think I'm about to buy some choppers like Tip did
I came in, flexing jewelry like Flip did
Got every penny out the 6 I swear I milked it
That Bricksquad shit I built it
I put Flocka in the game and he killed it
I did a song with Lil Wayne and I killed it
My only wish my nigga Dunk was here to rip shit (It's Gucci)


Prompt: Feeling angry and determined to rise above the haters, the protagonist describes their recent attitude and actions, which include grinding to achieve success, attracting and enjoying the company of attractive individuals, and maintaining an "I don't give a fuck" attitude towards the world.

Response:
I been on some fuck the world shit lately
And I grind to get where I'm at
These niggas don't want to see you with these stacks
I'm a fly nigga to be exact
And I been on some the fuck the world shit lately
Cause I grind to get where I'm at
These niggas don't want to see you with these stacks
I fuck fly bitches to be exact
And I been on some fuck the world shit


Prompt: A rap song featuring Gucci Mane and Zaytoven, discussing their entrance to a club with their flashy cars and friends.

Response:
Yeah! Gucci Mane is in the building!
So Icy Entertainment, Zaytoven on the track
We goin' to the club, we got the choppers on deck and the yoppers on deck