Sound on Monday: Prototype by Gunna

My Ghost [open in browser to see my ghost] still lives on the streets of X, my Goat also still lives on the streets of X.

If i staked a $1,000,000 yesterday i'd have

made the easiest $430,000......

In addition to my white and brown goats, I got a baby cow. I'm upset, do you know the

feeling when grown women start staring you

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down like they wanna bare it all just to have you in their bed, enjoy this sound MEB, the melodies is bouncy on this one¡

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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 fuck with you clowns, you niggas prototypes

[Verse 1]

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 rich fetish, stack rеlish, I'm a underdog
I'll never gеt petty, I ain't petty, I'm a real boss
Nigga count big fetti, you can tell, way a nigga 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)

[Chorus]
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 fuck with you clowns, you niggas prototypes

[Verse 2]

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 nigga 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
Nigga 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 bitch a trainer, she ain't had to get lipo
Nigga 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)

[Chorus]

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 fuck with you clowns, you niggas prototypes (Prototype)
[Outro]
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

Songwriters: Sergio Kitchens / Kenneth Redfield / Michael Fialkow / Chandler Great