conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called No Cap with the following description: Future and Young Thug trade verses boasting about jewels, designer clothes, and foreign cars and hoes.
  “No Cap” short for “no cappin”, a slang term which means that one isn’t exaggerating on their new possessions or acquisitions, such as new cars, clothes, or jewels, when used in a conversation.
  “Cappin” is the equivalent of ‘flexing’, see the meaning explained by an Atlanta rapper here.
  Southside cooking up “No Cap” 
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Future]
  Southside on the track, yeah
  Haha
  We just choppin' it up
  Yeah
  [Verse 1: Future]
  Take it out the bank, go put it up
  Got my main ho put up
  Straight off the lot, go put it up
  My last two foreigns pulled up
  Straight out the bank, go put it up
  Everybody in the hood gon' pull up
  I got 'em on Xans and the Roxies
  The homie done ran with the thotties
  Every week I change my closet
  Got a Fendi store in my house
  Got a Bentley garage in my house
  Got a watch on my wrist, cost a house
  My bitch can't sleep at my house
  Make her sleep at a hotel now
  And when you talk, man, you talkin' all cap
  And your diamonds, they lookin' like tap
  I was always duckin' from the paps
  Keep an R&B bitch in my lap
  Out in Beverly Hills, I adapt
  But I still had to ride with that strap [Verse 2: Young Thug]
  Yellow diamonds like banana, that's cap
  Put some dirt in Mello Yello, no cap
  Rockin' Maison Margielas, that's cap
  Red bitch, Cinderella, no cap
  I can turn perro
  I can turn petrol
  Bad bitch out a ghetto
  East Lake Meadows
  I was 'bout to get better
  Still trappin', fuck Berettas
  Rolls Royce umbrella
  Gettin' dome at Coachella
  Yeah, hop out the coupe and titty-fuck her
  Yeah, free Bobby Shmurda, motherfuck the Rikers
  I'ma lean back in the 'Bach, she suck like lolli-suckers
  I lied when I said I love her
  Backstabbed the bitch, like I'm Myer Michaels
  [Verse 3: Future]
  My lil' blooda keep a stick on the seat
  He gon' brrrt, brrrt, brrrt 'til your heart stop beat
  I'm a Zone 6 nigga and I'm riding in a foreign
  Fuck a bad yellow bitch anytime I get bored, nigga, huh
  I'm a giant on these streets, nigga, huh
  Switch my bitch once a week, nigga, huh
  One-point-five in my Goyard, huh
  Gon' need a way bigger surfboard, huh
  I bust down my plain Yachtmaster with bezels
  I flew her out to Vegas, swear to God, forgot to hit her
  I made 'em quit they jobs, then I gave 'em to my niggas
  I gave her a little start-up money and put her in a rental
  I send my Ethiopian to go pray at the temple
  I flood her heart with diamonds, just to pray, it's so expensive
  She tastin' holy water, so for me, it's beneficial
  She caught the holy ghost when I gave her the Presidential [Outro: Young Thug]
  Rockin' Maison Margielas, that's cap