Codito x LiL DooKey - Severance

Cut off his head, leave my opps in a box but he wish he played dead
Figured just what I said, I'm aiming for the neck and we slide like a sled
Ice on my wrist, icing on my teeth, she get chilly when we kiss
Got me talking with a lisp, break her back like a dish

I do a lot of shooting, I can't really say I miss
Keep it on the low, keep your mouth closed, she geekin off the blow
You can't come to the crib, I ain't trusting no hoe

Written by:
Justin Harrell, Lance Cody

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