GRYD - W.Y.A.S.A.T Pt2. lyrics

[Verse 1 _ Deo C.] Can't have dudes in ya crib No new friends round ya kids You use to talk to my mans No time on ya hands I seem a little too nice You gotta focus on christ Your kinda in to the rough stuff And facial hair is a must huh You not sure what you want You have a hard time being blunt All your other friends single Oh you just want to chill and just mingle You say the timing isnt best Or you still caught up on ya ex You say ur heart hasn't healed So you just wanna play the field Well shyt baby [Bridge] Why you ain't say all that WHy you ain't say all that Why you ain't say all that [Verse 2] One question Why you ain't just say all that Listen...im a man I just might...understand But i see that you playin And crossed lines like its knitted You tryna string me along So you can hang me with If you want out then say please Dont cook up no fake beef This not my first time Im seasoned when bae leaves It made me.. A grimey dude You a chicken... I got brocoli... Chinese food I spent bread... I got brain.. Ivy schools Thinking you would be the one To fill them wifey shoes But I... See now the fits a lil larger And actually ya issues with ya father We won't go farther And i ain't even bent outta shape Cuz being well rounded made me sharper Goodbye