No Time feat. Hardwork Jigg

No Time, nigga. I ain't waiting for shit my nigga (Whuttttt)No Time for the fuck shit Tell the judge he could suck dick. (Fuck On!) (Meech what it look like?)(Tell the judge!) Verse 1 - Icewear Yeah, hit my lawyer wit a half brick Told him if i get some time, nigga hide this So when a nigga touch down I can grind quick But if a nigga skip town they won't find shit Hit my brother Rick up for a couple dollas (wuddup doe) Kiss my nephew on the head and I love my mama Thinking bout my brother Rez I just love to call him He told me money was the problem and I love to solve em' See he died in the feds of an aneurysm Think about him every night, goddamn i miss him On the flight when G died, I was handlin' bidness They left my baby by the dishes, blind him in the kitchen Got a tweet about who did it through @ mention But that's the devil tryna make me make a bad decision Shook my head fifty times cuz it had me twisted I'm gettin bread makin rhymes plus im baggin bitches Chorus I got no time for the fuck shit Tell the judge he could suck dick This should don't never really matter making much sense Came up from the bottom, now I'm up quick No time for the fuck shit (fuck shit) Tell the judge he could suck dick This should dont never really matter making much sense Came up from the bottom, now I'm up quick Verse 2 - Icewear It be the ones closest to ya that'll do ya bad The same niggas that ya feed and let em move ya bag They say money make you evil whether good or bad Fast lane got me speedin ima do that dash Fucked up how they did my little nigga Scooter Prolly never wouldve died if he was with some shooters They say its cold in the D, but its gettin cooler Bring it to him in his sleep, call me Mr. Crougar I remember countin' twenty in the SUV Fuckin with the homie Smoke, nigga SMB That's the Seven Mile Bloods, they'll wetcha teeth Real niggas show me love, yeah they mess wit me Never let a nigga play me til the death of me Pour some lean and I learned my own recipe Hit the club fifty deep with the tech with me I blow a nigga like a whistle from a referee Chorus Verse 3- Hardwork Jigg (Hardwork nigga! Wuddup my nigga Vezzo? Free Smokie) No question, when it comes to strap they blue glued on My lil homies make about thirty in the school zone My OG's keep nigga plugged like a light switch How you think I came home and bounced back, Mike Vick Bitch I'm from the east, Seven is the Mile RIP to Perry, I need my nigga now OT with the yellows, pounds of the reggos I'm stackin up them green guys, wuddup my nigga Vezzo? Thirty in the bezzle, thirty in the pump Styrofoam for the lean, its lookin dirty in my cup Im an eastside nigga, fuckin westside broads Couple lil niggas wit me stealin westside cars No time for the fuck shit so Im known to bust shit Bust clips and bust scrips and send em on a bus trip Bitch its Hardwork yeah im eastside trippin 28's on the oldies got me tree high sittin mofucka Chorus