Starting 11 Lyrics

Come take that trip to the Grove

Let's see how that journey goes You ain't ever have feds up in your house

Right after a drill, gotta change my clothes

Now I'm in opposite Cells of bro, I got solicitors ringing my phone

And yeah we got corn for the whole of But mainly I'm on

Bucked he was bolting home

You can't blame me I got it tucked in coats, first swing just landed in

Second, I could have packed off

My weapon wet him for talking smoke Any weather, my block get cold

Blacked out leathers to lock this pole No chance that we ain't gonna make it blow

First pack that I got man sold on bro I was Counting up tenners

She on the pitch, she good with the headers I'm on the pitch, 'cause I swing my sheffers

Risky, really on Starting eleven So I'm throwing a seven, don't hype up

Back in the day, got ripped out his hype So please don't beg it

They ain't walking enough how they say we ain't touring enough

Then we get round on them, no talk, Now they ain't talking, there ain't war anymore

Now a youth crawling he ain't talking tough Still get lit on my ones

You're not even bad in a group, don't bluff I had about ten man, fucking cut

Still go get that one, lil' man, you ain't got no guts

Big dawg in the ride, I'll bark that beat that off at excited pups

She wanna link, come have fun then I'm in the back of the club

I got a shank, go ask how it tastes I wanna see a man turn runts

Give me the blunt Me and bro, two man on your estate

I got the ZK, can't find We had the strip, taped up already

Ha ha, I kinda sound like Headie I hit his Headie, I don't think was ready

Any weather, my block get cold Blacked out levers to lock this pole

No chance that we ain't gon' make it blow First pack that I got, man, sold on bro I was

Counting up tenners She on the pitch, she good with the headers

I'm on the pitch, 'cause I swing my sheffers Risky, really on starting eleven