Wub Wub - Fletcher

Dr. Pepper with da rum on the rocks
Ima Fletcher, I go dumb with my socks
Okie weather Got me switching sweaters
Family full of goddess & gods
I ain't a beggar Or anything better
Just smoking pot

Bitch, ima Fletcher

I just like to chill at the docks
I don't exchange these fuckin letters
When we win it's your loss
Never felt this pressure?
I see the blood on your gauze

Bitch, I am your boss
I am a Fletcher

Uh...
Soy un Fletcher

Pull it together
When I'm linking with the squad
You know that shit gon get better
We can drag you through the mud
Or send you straight up to heaven
Every Fletcher is a plug
Only if you ain't sketchy

Situation is messy

Drop the bodies in the basement
I'll fuckin deal with it later
Why the addicts all chase me?
I've been hated on lately
Work on escaping
But I ain't cleared through my vision

22k the mission
Tryna make that shit daily
Parachute & freebasing
Tryna join the free masons

Written by:
Kenneth Fletcher

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