Bullets Don’t Need Guidance

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Niko
Ain't nothin' changed, Nigga

[Verse 1: Huey Briss]
Yeah, we was nothing but less, never was trust
Nothing was real
Never will I cuff, you already know the deal
But still, you caught feels
I was tryna be chill, but I'm wasting my time
And you believing yo lies, I'm kinda surprised
Cos when we started off you told me you don't fuck with my type
I'm like: You don't know Briss, when he lock on the target, man the boy don't ...
I slipped, I should've stayed far, but instead we arguing in this grey car
'Bout to slap your face off, but I ain't tryna catch a case ya'll (nah)
So I dip quick, act like you didn't exist at all, you ain't shit
Let's face facts, we don't really ride with each other
Every time we around we try to box with each other
Why we stoppin' each other

[Hook]
Is you my girl or my enemy
Devil in disguise
Look me in my eyes
Would you kill for me?
You still with me?
Is you my friend or my enemy
Devil in disguise
Look me in my eyes
Would you kill for me?
What's gotten into me?

[Verse 2: Nikobeats]
Said my fam come first, me casa, su casa
Impostors, ya'll know in the game dead
Lotsa fame hungry money mummies, chasin' bread, chasin' pasta
My flow leave 'em sick , they hit the doctors
It's awkward, my pen game is prescription
Feed it to my patients, they saying 'fuck that's delicious'
Huh, 'nuff of this kid shit
Time to take action, kick 'em out like an eviction
Now we sippin', Jameson and Ginger Ale we trippin'
The weed smoke hit my lungs, casually rippin'
Pathway we envision, game of life, roll the dice
Hit a spliff, roll it twice, mad friendly, very nice
Peepin' [?] views, close to a million views
Sippin' booze, travellin' worldwide, we on a cruise
Makin' waves, pavin' ways for the next one
Young guns, tryna take our place you better step up

[Hook]
Is you my friend or my enemy
Devil in disguise
Look me in my eyes
Would you kill for me?
Is you my friend or my enemy
Devil in disguise
Look me in my eyes
Would you kill for me?

[Verse 3: Huey Briss]
These raps ain't cheap, nigga straight boutique
'preciate everything you hear about me
Yeah, a far cry from the finish line, fucker this time
Made wine out the grapevine, fuck it it's mine
Never side with the weak minded
Run with the snitch, get left on the east cryin'
Bullets don't need guidance
I wrote this off a skimp and a half a cig
I'm 25 but I'll be rich before I pass the six
Growin' up sneaky like a pastor's kid
Stole everything, I never had to ask for shit
Every mall in the city I was banned from it
Lakewood, Soritos, Fuck it dawg, I need more
Knockin' on wood cos I never seen them people
It be all good 'till yo homies pull a Rico
Briss don't miss but the beat by Niko
Fuck a handout dawg, I got too much ego
Rather work hard, rather grip my piece
Rather figure it out so my kids got eats
Thinkin' 'bout my last lick and how it felt so sweet
Fast money get slowed and my ass got weak
These raps ain't cheap, nigga straight boutique
'preciate everything you hear about me (ay)