Icewear Vezzo ft. Hardwork Jigg - No Time Lyrics

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)

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

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 don't never really
Matter making much sense
Came up from the bottom, now I'm up quick

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 it's cold in the D
But it's 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

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 don't never really
Matter making much sense
Came up from the bottom, now I'm up quick

(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
It's 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 it's Hardwork yeah im eastside trippin
28's on the oldies got me
Tree high sittin mofucka

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 don't never really
Matter making much sense
Came up from the bottom, now I'm up quick