Quana Part Four

Part four do I got more to say

How many times I got to say

It's ziggy not zae

How many times your going to

Block my number anyway

Yeah

I pulled up to your crib

And you ain't know I knew

Where you live

I seen your two dogs

You substituted for wanting kids

I can't keep saying sorry

For all the silly shit I did

I can't keep running down

On Niggas just for wanting dibs

Did you turn hay because of me

You can't take nobody serious

Because of me

When you linking with these

Bitches are you looking

For another me

Whoa

I'm a creep cause I know

That she drive a jeep

If I run into your moms

I don't know if I should speak

I'm not saying that it's beef

I don't even think it's that's deep

It's just lines that she crossed

On certain things that I peeped

I'm not saying that I'm perfect

I know that it's shit I lack

You the apple of my eye

So I went and got you a Mac

We had that crib on camp creek

And I wish that I got it back

And you couldn't break the lease

And I know

You was feeling trapped

I was broke with a nine to five

And you kept on calling me fat

And I know I could do better

You had me feel like I'm whack

I took shorty to Hawaii

Cause she ain't treat me like that

But I ain't take that girl to cali

I keep on telling you that

I came with baggage in your life

And I know it's hard to unpack

But one thing I never did

Was go fucking behind your back

Ever since you left Miami

Your what's her name

Looking snatched

But you know before that shit

I been was saying you a snack