Do One - Troyboi, Pete & Bas

What’s with the 50p charge when I pay card?

Came for the bag of pork scratchings and I came hard

Soon as I put the gloves on I’mma get loud

I’mma get loud, I’mma get

Look right, we ain’t here for a laugh

This is serious (serious), you must think I’m daft

The wife cooked my favourite, and I’m in front of the plate

And if you do my nut in, well son, it’s gonna end up in your face

I’ve had more scraps than you’ve had hot dinners

Look at you, useless

Looking all clueless, Jesus

You need a lesson in being a man

Tuck in your shirt and then pull up your pants

Listen again if you misunderstand

What’s that?

I don’t want to hear another peep

Tied more hands than the bobbies on the beat

Laurenies on my feet, pull up in the Merc with my bird in the street

Hello, yeeeah

I’ve had enough of these mugs

Rolling them up in a rug

Come round the back of the car

Should have listened when I told ya

Do one, do one, do one, do one, do one, you can go do one

Too many dings on the line, backed off the bing and I just got a new one

Do one, do one, do one, do one, do one, you can go do one

Too many dings on the line, backed off the bing and I just got a new one

English on the back seat, (shut it) yeah exactly

Had a bird try and slap me, two ton pack straight from the factory

Black leather gloves, Batman

Dentist, take out teeth with a backhand

Still dodging the taxman

Down on the beach in a kaftan

Look who just walked through the door, son

I’ve been here before, son

Same old situation

I’ve got a tenner in the sock and it’s going on the horses

Rigor mortis

Stiff competition, I’m wishing I were fishing with my grandaughter

When I throw stones it’s over, when I throw stones it’s over

Don’t throw stones if you ain’t got an hard head

Look son I’m already half dead

Look son I’m eating a naan bread

Nah son, no gravestones in the flower bed

I’ve had enough malarkey, I’ve got a mate and he knows karate

He’s got a mate and he’s in the army

Walk through the door close down the party

Fist smash on the fruit machine

I’m in the back of the pub with the snooker team, yeah

And the boots are clean

Pint and the pie with the mash and I’m gravy, yeeeah

I’ve had enough of these mugs

Rolling them up in a rug

Come round the back of the car

Should have listened when I told ya

Do one, do one, do one, do one, do one, you can go do one

Too many dings on the line, backed off the bing and I just got a new one

Do one, do one, do one, do one, do one, you can go do one

Too many dings on the line, backed off the bing and I just got a new one