prototype - Gunna
Lyrics by：Sergio Kitchens/Kenneth Redfield, Jr/Michael Fialkow/Chandler Great
Produced by：Kenny Stuntin/MM/TURBO
Call it what you want I just want some head
I don't know your name money long
On my way to take her home she let me penetrate
I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space
Satellite uh uh out of sight uh
Private flight and it's top tier
Tryna copy the style and you ain't do it right
I don't **** with you clowns you prototypes
I whip 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'll never get paid to aim petty I'm a real boss
Count big fetti you can tell way a walk
I know the way you can keep steppin' they'll pay him and really talk
Handle the business at all times early mornin' when I get a call
Protectin' the greatest of all time aw man 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'
Look how I style my girl she uh had to take an image uh
Cash we havin' plenty uh I don't get offended
I don't get offended
Call it what you want I just want some head
I don't know your name money long
On my way to take her home she let me penetrate
I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space
Satellite
Satellite
Uh uh out of sight uh
Uh
Private flight
Private flight
And it's top tier
Tier
Tryna copy the style and you ain't do it right
Do it right
I don't **** with you clowns you 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 cycle
I can see the influence that I'm doin'
You don't hear a though
It's the Young Gunna Wunna and you know I'm comin'
I'm a billy goat
'Fore the young one that believin' it can happen
I'ma keep on givin' hope
I'ma keep countin' and stackin'
Make it stack up high up on your tippy toes
Be doin' that cappin'
Now that cappin' catch up to your front door
Run the cash need it pronto whenever mad got a blunt rolled
I got my ***** a trainer she ain't had to get lipo
Had tweeted my name must've had to be a typo
Pray the cash could recycle
Hittin' the pull-ups and pressin' heavy it ain't light no
Hittin' the pull-ups and pressin' heavy it ain't light no
Call it what you want Want I just want some head Head
I don't know your name Name money long Money long
On my way to take her home she let me penetrate
I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space
Satellite Satellite uh uh out of sight uh Uh
Private flight Private flight and it's top tier Tier
Tryna copy the style and you ain't do it right Do it right
I don't **** with you clowns you prototypes Prototype
Call it what you want I just want some head
I don't know your name money long
On my way to take her home she let me penetrate
I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space
