conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Sup Mate with the following description: “Sup Mate” features Thug reuniting with his Super Slimey partner and friend Future for an energetic trap banger. On the song, the two Atlanta trap veterans use 4 minutes to go back and forth and challenge their opposition with aggressive flows. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Future]
  (DY Krazy)
  Yellow tape, I put that on (Yeah, yeah)
  Hold up, wait, life's great (Yeah, yeah)
  Hold up, wait, ice skate (Yeah, yeah)
  Hold up, wait, crime pay (Yeah, yeah)
  Hold up, wait, slatt, slatt (
  ATL Jacob
  , yeah, yeah)
  Twenty cars, matte black (Yeah, yeah)
  Surfin' at a Ritz Carlton (Yeah, yeah)
  Two pink toes (Poof, poof, yeah, yeah)
  [Verse 1: Young Thug & 
  Future
  ]
  Oxycontin what I piss
  (
  Yeah, yeah
  , yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, 
  yeah, yeah
  )
  Flip it to the dog like a dish
  (
  Yeah, yeah
  , yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, 
  yeah, yeah
  )
  Accept the loss before I quit
  (
  Yeah, yeah
  , accept the loss before I quit, 
  yeah, yeah
  )
  She slept at the house, I bought her Ruth Chris
  (
  Yeah, yeah
  , yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, 
  yeah, yeah
  )
  [Chorus: Future & 
  Young Thug
  ]
  What's up, mate? Got cake, mate (Yeah, yeah)
  Got cheese, mate, got bread, mate (Woo)
  Got cups, mate (Woo, ooh), no fucks, mate (Woo, mate)
  Give no fucks, mate (Woo, geeked, mate), I'm up, mate (Woo, outta shape, yeah, yeah)
  It's up, mate, I buck, mate
   (Yeah, yeah)
  I bleed, mate, he bled, mate
   (Woo, yeah, yeah)
  Got cups, mate,
   (Woo) 
  no fucks, mate
  Let's fuck, mate
   (Woo)
  Fucked my classmate
   (Woo), 
  fuck, shit, let's splash, mate
   (Woo)
  Or suck that shit, let's splash, hey [Verse 2: Future]
  Smokin' on loud, we don't fuck around with y'all
  Wanna try this shit, let me know
  We prepare first and then Columbine
  Trenchcoat, under a nigga's sleeve
  [Refrain: Future & 
  Young Thug
  ]
  Wipe his nose, wipe his nose (
  Pussy ass nigga
  )
  Wipe his nose, (
  Slatt
  ) wipe his nose (Wipe your nose)
  Wipe his nose, (Wipe your nose, slatt) wipe his nose (Slatt, wipe his nose)
  Wipe his nose, (Wipe your nose), wipe his nose (Yeah, yeah)
  [Verse 3: Future]
  Doubled the cups and then doubled it up and I doubled it up (Yeah, yeah)
  Jump in the Bentley, I jump in the truck and I trucker the truck (Woo, yeah, yeah)
  Chuggin' it down, I'm smokin' a pound, I'm fuckin' around (Yeah, yeah)
  Smokin' on loud, we don't fuck around with y'all
  [Chorus: Future]
  What's up, mate? (Woo) Got the blicky, featherweight (Woo)
  Got the cash, I bake the cake, (Woo) ayy, what's brackin', mate? (Woo)
  I just sniper, mate, (Woo) chain on hydrate, mate (Woo)
  Get no sleep, mate, (Woo) I'm geeked, mate, pushin' weight, outta shape (Yeah, yeah)
  [Verse 4: Young Thug & 
  Future
  ]
  Red wings, red bottoms, I'm a fuckin' devil (
  Yeah, yeah
  )
  Twenty tennis chains on, not no Ric Flair medal (
  Woo, yeah, yeah
  )
  I don't gotta run it back, you heard what Gunna tell 'em
   (
  Yeah, yeah
  )
  Put my diamonds in a bowl, that look like Fruity Pebbles [Verse 5: Future]
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Bitch wanna hit her a lick, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
  Bitch wanna suck on the dick, yeah
  Bitch wanna get her a brick, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,)
  Bitch wanna fuck on a bitch (Yeah)
  Bitch wanna fuck on the clique (Yeah, yeah)
  Euros on euros, I'm gettin' it (Uh)
  Step on the floor, now I'm lit (Woo)
  [Refrain: Young Thug & 
  Future
  ]
  Wipe his nose, wipe her nose (
  Woo
  )
  Kick a door, keep the Ruger (
  Woo
  )
  Put the pole in his ho, bend her over (
  Woo, woo, woo
  )
  Then you buy that bitch a brand new Range Rover (
  Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  )
  [Verse 6: Future & 
  Young Thug
  ]
  I'm so high, all I can say is "Woo, woo, woo"
  I can't talk, I barely could say, "Woo, woo, woo"
  Count a M and count another one, ooh, ooh (Ooh)
  Fuck that shit, I enter the lotto, woo, woo (
  Fuck it
  , yeah, yeah)
  [Verse 7: Young Thug & 
  Future
  ]
  Count a half and another
  (
  Woo, woo
  , yeah, yeah, yeah, 
  yeah, yeah
  )
  I can never be a facade relative
  (
  Woo, woo
  , yeah, yeah, yeah, 
  yeah, yeah
  )
  Up to the sky with my mom, brothers
  (
  Woo, woo
  , yeah, yeah, yeah, 
  yeah, yeah
  )
  They let it hit from the side, they were all cudders
  (
  Woo, woo, fuck it, yeah, yeah
  ) [Verse 8: Future]
  Oh, okay, fuck her good, make her try voodoo
  Okay, my plug put me on, I call him Lou Lou
  Hood nigga, pay it in full, I'm a black Jew
  What's population? I come from the trenches, we pray for a brick
  What's poppin', lady? Bitches love a nigga's accent (Woo, woo)
  Pain pills, codeine, hydro, acid (Woo, woo)
  I hang with some slimes, pullin' kick doors (Woo, woo)
  Outchea, outchea, quit your reachin'
  Gucci socky on my feet
  Sloppy toppy, keep it neat
  One, two, three, I got freaks
  Ooh, four girls on fleek
  Ooh, bad and saditty
  Ooh, ass and her titties
  Ooh, that ting litty
  And my Spanish ting, she bad like J. Lo (Ooh, ooh)
  I crushed up an X pill in her asshole (Ooh, ooh)
  Fifty-round clip, got my Draco (Ooh, ooh)
  I should, I should teach drug classes (Ooh, ooh)
  I stay on my grind, Margiela ten toes (Ooh, ooh)
  Money on my mind, I'm a nympho (Ooh, ooh)
  [Outro: Future]
  Ooh, ass and her titties (Ooh)
  Ooh, that ting litty (Ooh)
  Ooh, ass and her titties (Ooh)
  Ooh, that ting litty (Ooh)
  Ooh, ass and her titties (Ooh)
  Ooh, that ting litty (Ooh)