Prototype Lyrics – Gunna

[Intro]
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 going outer space

[Chorus]
Said it like, uh, I done said uh
Private flight and it’s top tier

Driving covered and styling, you ain’t do it right
I don’t, clowns, prototypes

[Verse 1]
I’m with the seven-seater Range Rover like a (??)
I wanted the drip settlers cut from a whole different cloth
I done got a b!tch 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 stepping that, pay him really talk
Handle the business at all times, early morning when I get a call
Protecting 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 winning
(??) had to take an image, uh
Catch me, I replay it
I don’t get offended (I don’t get offended)

[Chorus]
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 going outer space
Said it like, uh, I done said uh
Private flight and it’s top tier
Driving covered and styling, you ain’t do it right
I don’t, clowns, prototypes

[Verse 2]
This a million in jewelry, so insurance way more than Geico
Last year I was touring, now I’m back in Europe, it’s a psycho
I can see the influence that I’m doing, you don’t really hear me though
It’s the young Gunna Wunna, you know I’m coming, I’m a billy goat
‘Fore they ain’t want to believe a n!gga happen, I’ma keep on giving hope
I’ma keep counting and stacking, make a stack up high up on your tippy toes
N!gga be doing that capping, now they capping, 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
Hitting the pull ups and pressing heavy, ain’t light, no
(Hitting the pull ups and pressing heavy, ain’t light, no)

[Chorus]
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 going outer space
Said it like, uh, I done said uh
Private flight and it’s top tier
Driving covered and styling, you ain’t do it right
I don’t, clowns, prototypes (Prototypes)