prototype Lyrics by Gunna
Call it what you want
I just want some earrings
I don’t know your name
Money long (Money long)
On my way, take off
She limp in the [?]
I just ate two more and I’m goin’ outer space
Said it like, uh, I done said uh
Private flight, and it’s top tier
Drivin’ covered and stylin’, you ain’t do it right
I don’t *** with you clowns, you niggas prototypes
I’m with the seven-seater Range Rover like a Trackhawk
I’m one of the trend setters cut from a whole different cloth
I done got a *** fat as stack, relish, I’m a underdog
I’d never get paid to ain’t, pay that, I’m a real boss
Wanna count big fatty, you can tell where a player walk
I know the way you can keep steppin’ that, pay him to really talk
Handle the business at all times, early mornin’ when I get a call
Protectin’ the greatest of all time, home made, you a real dog
Pull up in the SF90, I can switch cars by the minute
It ain’t hard to see who in it
It ain’t hard to see who winnin’
[?] had to take an image, uh
Catch me, I replay it
I don’t get offended (I don’t get offended)
Call it what you want
I just want some earrings
I don’t know your name
Money long (Money long)
On my way, take off
She limp in the [?]
I just ate two more and I’m goin’ outer space
Said it like, uh, I done said uh
Private flight, and it’s top tier
Drivin’ covered and stylin’, you ain’t do it right
I don’t, clowns, prototypes
This a million in jewelry, so insurance way more than Geico
Last year I was tourin’, now I’m back in Europe, it’s a psycho
I can see the influence that I’m doin’, you don’t really hear me though
It’s the young Gunna Wunna, you know I’m comin’, I’m a billy goat
‘Fore they ain’t want to believe a *** happen, I’ma keep on givin’ hope
I’ma keep countin’ and stackin’, make it stack up *** up on your tippy toes
*** be doin’ that cappin’, now they cappin’, catch up to your front door
Run the cash, need it pronto
Whenever man got a blunt rolled
I got my girl a trainer, she had, had to get lipo
But it had true to my nightmares to, had to be a typo
Petty cash gon’ recycle
Hittin’ the pull ups and pressin’ heavy, ain’t light, no
(Hittin’ the pull ups and pressin’ heavy, ain’t light, no)
Call it what you want
I just want some earrings
I don’t know your name
Money long (Money long)
On my way, take off
She limp in the [?]
I just ate two more and I’m goin’ outer space
Said it like, uh, I done said uh
Private flight, and it’s top tier
Drivin’ covered and stylin’, you ain’t do it right
I don’t, clowns, prototypes (Prototypes)