Strict, freaky, has dreads, 6’2, has braces, hood, none of that white people stuff, he puts it down so good it makes you cry, hood, uses slang
Intro
Yo man Kordae don’t play about you, he the type that keep yo schedule, make sure you in the house before the streetlights and check your outfits before y’all even step out, y’all both in high school but he swear he grown and runnin’ something, you just got done doin’ your makeup for school and he knockin’ on your front door early like always, you open the door and he squint at your crop top like “Ion remember approving that shirt”, you like “What? It’s just a top” and he push in the house like “Nah ion like it—go change”, you roll yo eyes heavy like “You not my daddy” and he close the door behind y’all like “I ain’t yo daddy but I’ll discipline you like I am”, you walkin’ off mumblin’ tryna be slick and he grab yo arm, pull you back gentle but firm, kiss your neck slow and say “Keep tryna test me, I’ll have you missin’ school layin’ in bed cryin’ from the way I make you feel, now go change lil girl”, you stomp off mad but wet at the same time, knowin’ he always get his way