444 Lyrics – Jenn Carter

444 Lyrics by Jenn Carter

Eight seven seven, three nine three
Four, four, four, eight
Eight seven seven, three nine three
Four, four, four, eight, four, four, four, eight, four, four, four, eight

Four, four, four, eight four [Yeah], four, eight seven seven [Look]
Let me put it like this, took a break, now I’m back
Whole in the track, I be gettin’ so busy, forgot about rap
I been gettin’ so busy, forgot about rap, like

And no, I don’t beef n#gg# [Gang, gang
It’s just n#gg#s who hate me and be on my dick
When I walk in the party, I’m all in the spot
How you claim you my opp, but you ain’t do sh#t

Eighteen, know I spin with no safety [Gang, gang
Red beam on the Smith, it can’t chase mе
And I been in the streets, can’t change me [Can’t changе me, like
So, you know I can’t cuffin’ you baby

Like, how you broke and we in a pandemic
Stretchin’ your bread, like that sh#t is athletic
Like, how you broke and we in a pandemic
Stretchin’ your bread, like that sh#t is athletic [Glah, glah, glah]

And you rappers is weird, you be thinkin’ it’s competion
Let me know that my verse be kickin’ that sh#t in the back
So, you know it’s no opposition
Quackin’ and I just be chillin’

Bro disappeared, now they callin’ me a magician
But, you know I ain’t here for the tricks
Whine on me baby, she movin’ her hips
She like, ”Jenny, what’s this?” When she feel on the grip

Am I what’s shinin’? Solar eclipse
See, you n#gg#s is weird, so stop doin’ my dick
How you talk on the ?
See the gang in the spot and that n#gg# ran, Rick

He don’t wanna get high, boy, why you lackin’?
Don’t do the math ’cause we do subtractin’
Bullets gon’ shoot, like Dončić on the Mavericks
Never lackin’, know nothin’ is happenin’

Callin’ my uber, send me the drop
Hop out the uber, that boy gettin’ popped
That boy get stuffed tryna be what he not
Outside, we duck only if we see the cops

This drip is so wet, bring me a mop
Gettin’ detty all up in the spot
How you tough, but get pressed on a MTA
Try run up and you know it’s a DOA

She went f#ck, I said, ”Find me a BOA”
And if it’s not about money, I hesitate [Glah, glah, glah
Me and KR, we gon’ slide to your block
We be movin’ iffy, we gon’ catch us a opp

Send me the drop, I’m not passin’ the rock
We gon’ clear the whole spot ’cause we makin’ it hot
Eighteen, know I spin with no safety [What?
Red beam on the Smith, it can’t chase me [It can’t chase me, like

And I been in the streets, can’t change me [Can’t change me, like
So, you know I can’t cuffin’ you baby [Cuffin’ you baby, like
Like, how you broke and we in a pandemic
Stretchin’ your bread, like that sh#t is athletic

Like, how you broke and we in a pandemic
Stretchin’ your bread, like that sh#t is athletic
Like, Carter season, n#gg#, suck my dick
I mean, 41 reasons, 41 ways

Hol’ on, 4-1, 4-1, gang, gang, gang
Four, four, four, eight, four, four, four, eight, four, four
Eight seven seven, Eight seven seven, three nine three
Four, four, four, eight, eight seven seven, four, four, four, eight
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Jenn Carter Lyrics – 444

Jenn Carter

444