เนื้อเพลง Spitfire - Tyga

I'm a young, 24 year old n*gga
I come to take this game and bring it to me
We gon' be here
Ain't no fly by night n*gga
We gon' be here two years, three years
I got this sh*t

Wire taps, y'all some grown liars
I'm Julius with Cleo betting on my empire
I'm busy in the jet, like a Spitfire
Grandiose in the house, looking like Granada
I'm pops to your daughter's daughter
Want my head like Pompeii, the Roman rider
I write you off like a speed infraction
I'm through with all the talking
Your misery got bad company
F*ck all y'all been
It's A-OK, symbolic
All the sh*t I embody
You might get shot but Johnny's driving nice cars
Tryna park it, don't you holla if it ain't my Gualla
Growing up where I'm from, iPhone to get you towed on
Located in bankroll, my n*ggas weight the dome
The sh*t I've waited for ever since Brenda Song
Told you that I'd make-make it home, motherf*ckers
This ain't no ball game, mad ruckus
More like the Rucker, more like Christchurch, mother
Teresa cash, credit and visas
Not the car, but the passport feature
Need the passport if you're riding with the asshole
Tell her no bags, we shopping on tour, freak
We make a nice cold week and if you ass caught creeping
I'm balanced on the poppers, if I stop won't tell who dropping
I'm topic of discussion when it's who young with the money
I'm here, motherf*ckers
I hear my name from the bleachers
But I'm too busy reaching
Looking up to deceased kings
Long live the last king, Martin had a dream

And it's me
Busy in the jet like a spitfire
Julius built my empire
Y'all some grown liars
Y'all some grown liars
Busy in the jet like a spitfire
Julius built my empire
Y'all some grown liars
Y'all some grown liars