[Produced by Ryan Garber]
[Hook: Rhett Russell]
This man fat as f**, he thinks he's gonna win the lottery
But this n***a out of luck
[Verse 1: Rhett Russell]
Your hat says Compton, but you certainly ain't straight out of it
You're straight outta west (I ain't talking west side)
I'm talking West Virginia cause you're straight out of the backwoods
This man look like he been eating too many foods
You're probably f**ing pigs and sisters
I bet your call your mama mister
[Hook: Rhett Russell]
This man fat as f**, he thinks he's gonna win the lottery
But this n***a out of luck
[Verse 2: No Reggie]
Came here to get turnt, drop a fresh verse
Always keeping stacks like a Louis V. purse
Rhett dropped one so I had to too
Backwoods gangster, what's it to you?
Came here to chill, rap on his verse
Free Ryan Varner or lay me in a herse
When I hang around the club selling like a motherf**ing curse
Some say dope boys f**ing with no hoes
Really no time cause I'm moving all these Os
Now don't worry about this ho