[Intro]
Young n***a, get your rackies
Young n***a, make shit happen
Young n***a, gotta stay fly
What kind of car do you drive?
Uh, look
XL Eagle made it

[Verse 1]
G, when I eat I'm a sleepy-ass n***a
Steak rolls, Ruth Chris eatin'-ass n***a
Wear my jeans with the European cut
South Central, Compton, Watts, we don't give a fuck
Grew up eatin' sugar sandwiches
Went to Big 5, stole New Balances
Lil' bad motherfucker
Always in shit but never got in trouble
Birthday money, made it double
My uncle Jason gave me a hundred, I hit the ground runnin'
Hand broke for the summer
Got into a fight and I won it
Got my first gun, shit gon fun
Around the hood askin' n***as where they from

[Chorus]
Young n***a, get your rackies
Young n***a, make shit happen
Young n***a, gotta stay fly
What kind of car do you drive?
Big rackies, big bussies
Big reckless, trust nothing
Big rackies, big bussies
Big reckless, trust nothing
[Verse 2]
Master got momentum, n***as can't fuck with 'em
Always on point like the money just stuck with 'em
Ain't no chill, young n***a take pills
Vacuum seal, wrap it up and then send
Pull up with a bitch Coutured to the floor
Car got ground when I put it to the floor
Burnt, fresh tee shirt
I remember when I used to play in the dirt
Then walk in the house, get cussed out
Used to have to tell my mama calm down
Matter fact, I'm out, gettin' into trouble
Shit get crazy when I get with my cousin
We some lil' bad motherfuckers, into everything
Hang around the spots tryna get in the gang
Finally got in now we out trippin'
Now we out hustlin' tryna get a million

[Chorus]
Young n***a, get your rackies
Young n***a, make shit happen
Young n***a, gotta stay fly
What kind of car do you drive?
Big rackies, big bussies
Big reckless, trust nothing
Big rackies, big bussies
Big reckless, trust nothing