Bri Crisp, The Sargent - Never Had Crisp lyrics

Y'all never been crisp
Never had crisp never knew crisp
Never out never do crisp damn
But there ain't never gonna be two crisps
Wait, wait, wait never not been crisp
Never had a rollie on the crisp sarge

Always been lit excessive
When dispensin’ a sentence
Leave ‘em resting if you test him
Damn it’s the Armageddon
Better get ready dark roads ahead
Rip the medicine plenty rollin’ heavy
Boutta kill you! They ain’t gon miss you!

Did you try to find a Bri this crisp?
Do you eye another Bri like crisp?
Like a young child on the slide
Feeling so high we take flight

High up on a cloud rhyming with some style
Slide in with the loud smoke ‘em down
Holy sound rowing with a motor now
On the prowl rollin’ sour so sweet
Every hour got the wisdom of an owl
You can hear the howls in the nighttime
Singing to the night sky
Whipping on blunts rides
Spittin’ off nice rhymes it’s the right time
No waitin’ makin’ every mic mine
Time to let the light shine
Fuck with me you might die leave ‘em fried
When I dime-In on a beat i’m dining
Have a feast when The Sargent eat
On ya flesh i finesse
Every single set leave ‘em all in check
Rap like I’m possessed
Please don’t ever tread on me
Get the fuck off me you don’t want beef
Every line sparks heat
Dive into the sharks reef
Sargent make you and god meet i’m Godly
One man army marchin’ it’s The Sargent

Never been crisp never had crisp
Never knew crisp never out never do crisp

I need a one crisp
Never mind I need one Sarge
I have powers taking hold aw, aw
Nah i'm in charge

I need one girl to get me through my days
Dream of you at night
Your love leaves my soul at ease

Easy like the way you shake it down down down
Getting on me tell me crispy you the only
Give me a shot keeping track
Of where my toes be i can you be your Kobe
Baby this is for three
Two if you playing blacktop
Smash while we listening to "Crack Rock, "
Maybe it's just practice but what's
Batting practice without a backstop?
Green light from the MacBook
Tell you that it's nothing but I
Wanna watch the back strokes
Say she taking birth control I
Give her all my tadpoles

Wooo! You know what song this is?
This is Jake’s a bitch ahaha!
You’re a bitch! Written by
They’re all still in mouth

Yeah finna rock it
(Uh) yo watcha watcha what?
(Whoa) yo watcha watcha got?
(Okay) watcha?
Watcha watcha watcha watcha watcha got?
(Ayo, Sean) watcha watcha watcha
(Ayo Sean)
Watcha watcha watcha watcha watcha got?
Watcha got? (Ayo Sean)
Watcha got? Got a question, yo
Yo yo
(Ayo, Sargent, Yo)

What you call a rapper who fuckin’ with me?
You don’t
Sargent do the most stay fucking up a flow
Fuckin’ up the totals
Going through the moguls
If they in my way then I smoke
‘em ‘till I’m sittin on the throne
Hold the phone
Bitch yeah I’m flyer than a drone
You couldn’t name a better rapper
Unless I was cloned
Gave him a whole sheet of fucking tablets
Told him rap shit
Still come at that pussy blasting!

Blastoff to blackout i tag in Sean tag out
Cop degrees make dad proud now stand down
Fuck all these pussies with
They hands out now
That we have a two man band now
Youth in the stands now boom then a bam pow!
Every Wednesday like a Camel
Taking turns cleaning up these
Rappers like a sham-wow killing everything
Even got a verse on "One Dance" now
Figure this the one chance now ‘fore
We throw the damn towel
Haters coming at me I just ran ‘round
Link up with The Sargent blaze loud
Get the bars going face crowds
Beat the beat again bitch just stay down
Eat the whole fucking thing like
A starved and caged hound

Pussy better stay down advise you not get up
You’ll need to call the morgue when
I wet up the medic get wrecked up
When I’m checking the mic
Pay the price if you hecklin’
I’ll kill you in a second
Better get to steppin
Or you resting in the trenches flow unleaded
Beat is shredded who they dreading
Sharks heading where you treading
Leave ‘em red like Reddit blunt to the head
I’m suspended extensive sound is pleasant
Flexin’ on you peasants
Real what I’m possession

You talking? You said what?
Kuniva
Your head just exploding with red stuff
Like ketchup but realer
She your bitch? I steal her
Oh my whip? Plates dealer
My mix so deadly I’m breaking your speakers

Facing the reaper came back with his scythe
Hi nice to meet ya it’s Mr raps Are So Sick

Mr raps Are So Crisp
Mix and master your bitch
We come back like the Sith
It’s Darth Maul and Darth Sid-
-Idious you idiot
You sitting getting hit with pigeon shit
I’m in and out a Gingie bitch even if
We didn’t get permission this is Crisp and

Sargent ripping it you little bitch
You better know what the business is
The Sargent bars are infinite
Spitting sick on you fucking simpletons
300 yards away i’mma chip it in
Cop that shit i’m flippin’ it
Yeah I’m fucking gettin’ it
Fire when I’m sketching it yeah yeah