Come Thru Cordae (Ft. Mudi (USA))

[Intro: Anonymous]
We are Anonymous

[Verse 1: YBN Cordae]
She wanna write out luck, always fall for lames
Say that nigga's dawgs and we all the same
Rather lose sight cuz she saw the pain
Even fucked a nigga in the hall of fame
She woke up looking like a snack for breakfast
Mom from the islands but her dad from Texas
Her smile so arousing, it's a tad infection
Told her wasting time is a bad investment
We done been through some shit that I'm past regretted
Old nigga cold, better not, he mad and stressing
He doing five years for a quiet possession
Gotta show a nigga love cuz I lack affection
Got mad when she seen that I had erection
Stop faking, I just hit it in the back, Alexis
Acting brand new, knew I might snatch your necklace
Gotta teach you some things cuz the class in session

[Refrain: YBN Cordae]
Cuz I been all 'round the globe
Walk 'round the house in my robe, yeah
Don't do drugs while I smoke
We can just roll by the door, yeah