conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called She Never Been to Pluto with the following description: “She Never Been To Pluto” is the twelfth track from Future and Lil Uzi Vert’s collaborative album Pluto x Baby Pluto.
  A snippet of the song leaked online on August 5, 2020, before the song leaked in its entirety on November 10, 2020. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  (
  Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?
  )
  [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert & 
  Future
  ]
  Kick a bitch out like toodles (Toodles)
  Lobster on my plate, came a long way from noodles (From noodles)
  My pockets gettin' bigger than a sumo (Woah)
  Baby Sasuke, whippin' up Naruto ('Ruto)
  Clap it up, give a young nigga kudos (Kudos)
  I remember I was with your bitch, she was coolin', yeah (Yeah)
  She was kickin' shit with me like judo (Judo)
  Knock it out the park, home run, 
  Albert Pujols
   (Yeah)
  She ain't never never been to Pluto, yeah (Woah)
  Young nigga stay in the same drama
  Fuckin' on another nigga baby mama (Eh)
  Got a hood bitch named Shayanna (Yeah)
  Got a Draco, the A with the K out it (
  Yeah
  )
  I shoot the three like I'm Ray Allen (
  Yeah, yeah
  )
  Ayy, the trap, I can't stay out it, uh (
  Oh, yeah
  )
  My niggas, they used to pray out it, yeah
  We got lot of bands, I turned to a bandit, yeah
  I just popped a half and I'm not landin', yeah
  I just know she bad and she too savage (Yeah)
  Everything I do is outstanding (Yeah)
  Everything on me Balenci' (Balenci')
  Balenci', Balenci', Balenci (Let's go, let's go)
  Balenci', Balenci', Balenci (Balenci', Balen')
  This Rollie don't do no tick-ticky (No ticky)
  My diamonds hit back like a frisbee (Frisbee)
  And none of my bitches is picky (Picky)
  Pat in love with my coupe like it's Missy (Woah)
  I might just go cop a new cul-de-sac
  Fuck on your bitch and put that ho to bed
  These niggas broke, no, they don't got no bread (
  Yeah
  )
  I done carried the game, I ain't weak in my legs (
  I carried the game
  )
  What? Weak in my legs, with your bitch, yeah
  Fuck on your ho and she givin' me head
  After I'm done, put that lil' bitch to bed, heard what I said?
  Order up a shooter and I pull up a sniper
  My bro pull up and he shootin' the rifle
  We smash out and swerve in the Viper
  My jacket made out of tiger (Rawr)
  My cars made out carbon fiber (Yeah)
  Foreign whip, pull up beside you  (Foreign)
  Bitch, we done shot up the opps (The opps)
  Them niggas dead on arrival (Baow) [Verse 2: Future & 
  Lil Uzi Vert
  ]
  Might as well go outer space on these hoes
  Might as well go outer space (
  How?
  )
  Tell me when you ready, yeah
  Tell me when you ready, yeah (
  Go
  )
  Push the Rolls-Royce like a Chevy (
  Skrrt
  )
  And I got a horse like Billy Ray Cyrus
   (
  Skrrt, skrrt
  )
  Bando to bando to bando
  I'm havin' a seizure with the Draco, slidin' (Brrt)
  Young 'dem came through and sprayed up the spot
  You hear, "Kaboom," on me, then you hear sirens
  Runnin' the road like Boston, Georgia, Diego, I can't hide it (Freebandz)
  Started out runnin' with the goonies, now I got no stylist, a nigga stylish
  Should've put your bitch in the boonies where you can't find her, 'cause when we find her (
  Go
  )
  I know I'm goin' bezerko, that's for-sure-ski, look at my shirt (For-sure-ski)
  I know I'm goin' satin and silk Hermés on my curtains, yeah
  Bustdown baguettes, put on my wrist and my chest, I'm getting so wet, hey
  Comin' correct, you already know how niggas comin', the drum hold a fifth (Woo)
  Turn up, yeah, gotta keep that track (
  Turn up
  )
  Tell me when you're ready, yeah
  Diamonds all baguetties, yeah
  Got a bad-ass bitch, yeah (
  Woo
  )
  I just took her from a lame (
  Yeah
  )
  Chopped her like hedges
  I line that shit up like edges (
  Line 'em up
  )
  I wrap the bill up like a presi'
  I got my side bitch tryna go steady
  I put these carats on my ring
  Ain't tryna marry no bitch 'til I'm ready
  Man, that pretty lil' shit, I done stabbed in it
  Hit the dougie in it, then I dabbed in it
  A stallion draped in medallion, but her Ferrari Italian
  I'm out of here, all the way out of here
  Baby Pluto all the way out of here
  I'm stylin' you, baby, I'm stylin' you
  Lacing you up in designer gear
  I'm proud of you, nigga, you droppin' them bodies
  You get you a Bird membership
  A gang of niggas gon' go up when I go up
  I can't forget 'em (
  Gang
  )