Oboi - What You Sayin Now? (feat. Vex)
Flexin', flexin', I'm drivin', I'm textin
Tryna find out where Vex is, better mind out
Man's reckless
Rollin', patrollin', on the way, loadin
Loud pack, smokin', can't text back ill phone him
What you tellin' me, Brudda
I'm up and down, gettin' round for this bread and this butter
I don't know what's goin' on, there's so much feds in the borough
Bro the roads so cold, yeah, it's definitely gutter
Yo, my boy, mad thing happen, come to the spot, link and' pattern
Can't say much, get shit crackin', bro, who's that there
Yo, I swear that's him
Oh shit, man, nah, Brudda, just chill, yeah
Yo, Vex, wa gwarn'? You still there
Yeah, yeah
Alright cool I tell you when I see you
Link up in the hills, yeah
Don't say nothin', my Brudda, I soon slide
Can't turn left, taped off like who died
Ends is like a episode of fuckin' true crime
Tell the mandem roll safe and watch out for them blue lights
See me, see me, see me comin' around
Like, what you sayin' now
I'll be runnin' em down
Like, what you sayin' now
Got the, got the, got the gun in the pouch
Like, what you sayin' now
What you sayin' now? Tell me what you sayin' now
See me comin' around
Like, what you sayin' now
I'll be runnin' em down
Like, what you sayin' now
Got the, got the, got the gun in the pouch
Like, what you sayin' now
What you sayin' now? Tell me what you sayin' now
Yeah, yeah, mandem
Yeah, tell the mandem to pull up
Yeah, forward to the hills
Yeah, man need to go pull up on O's ASAP
Check this, it had just gone nine
I was out in the zones on the grind
Cause that's what I do with most of my time
But I had a few youngers phoning my line
Sayin' there was loads of these guys in the bits
Creatin' commotion and hype
And shh, got poked in his side
Breathing but he slowly closin' his eyes
He said that they just left
If we leave now, we can buck them
What, you wanna go for the ride
Come on, my Brudda, you know what I'm like
Put the line down, we're rollin' tonight
You'll see man creepin' around
Cause the police are about
Yeah, the road isn't nice
Takin' a risk, all bait in the whip
Mad thought's all startin' to go through my mind
Now it's about ten o'clock
We don't know if we're gonna find them or not
We've been drivin' around to the same bit
For about half an hour
And it's gettin' hot
But they tried it, now we can't let em off
It's a pride ting, one of them's gettin' shot
Stabbed, bin line bagged
I can't wait till we catch them brothers, watch
And just as I say that
We clock a batch
Right outside a block of flats
Yes, it's them, this is what I call payback
Where's my blade at
Check, bat,
Gas and he's got a strap
So we drive round to a dark street
I'm excited, so my heart beats
And I can't speak
then we jump up from the car seats
See me comin' around
Like, what you sayin' now
I'll be runnin' em down
Like, what you sayin' now
Got the gun in the pouch
Like, what you sayin' now
What you sayin' now
Tell me what you sayin' now
See me comin' around
Like, what you sayin' now
I'll be runnin' em down
Like, what you sayin' now
Got the gun in the pouch
Like, what you sayin' now
What you sayin' now
Tell me what you sayin' now
Like, what you sayin' now
Written by:
Andre Black, Oliver Smith
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