[Lyric] Trap In The Banjo (The Banjo Boys)

[Intro: Ling Mee]
Yeah trap in the banjo
You know who it is;
Ling Mee - The one and only
Here with Lil Todger, Da Berg, Yung Yousuf LETS GO!

[Verse 1: Young Modulus]
Me and my brothers bopping in the Clio
This ice on my wrist so called hace frio
Yeah its Lil Todger on the mic
Guaranteed your mums a dyke
The gang rolls round with the knee-capper
Wack your nan in the leg turn her into a spacker
Got the ice, the crepes and the guap
Me and my boys fuck your bitch non-stop
So don't try and tell me that I ain't dripping
Popping percs and pills, I do be tripping
When I'm in your yard you feel my wrath
So don't test me, I'll drown your mum in the bath
Yeah what - DICKHEAD
[Chorus: Ling Mee]
Trap in the banjo, pass mе the tango
Your MCM's wet looks just like a mango
Now wе're talking fruits, spitting in the booth
The Banjo Boys wearing their best suits
Yeah, watching Pingu and he goes noot noot
If your nan looks at me then I'll give her the boot

[Verse 2: Yung Yousuf]
Always got pressured by the olders
Now my bars keep getting colder
They can't really say notin' now
My bars more colder than my wrist freezing up
I fly that yute OT all the way to Devon
Man came back, shotting dry bud
No P's to invest, took a 10 year lifestyle
I need to bun the ghetto life, break that harsh lifestyle
Just wanted a girl to take my hand and ta- and take the weight- and take away the pain off my chest

[Verse 3: Ling Mee]
That verse was fat, pass me the bat
Shatter your mum's skull just like that (Mmm)
Took her out whilst she was eating a bat
Coronavirus, no I don't want that
Now let's switch up, on this little prick
Because he thinks Chelsea Bradley is fit
Now he's in jail, this time with no bail
Living there forever, escape to no avail
Cutting all the fakes, watch this cake bake
I love having sex, with my cellmate
By the end of it, my dick still stiff like a rake
Looking down at the floor, yeah it's wet like a lake
[Verse 4: Da Berg]
(Yeah, yeah) I got some beans in my pants
I got some lean in my bowl
I'm losing all control, about to erupt and explode
Your dad's fucking bald, I'm DaBerg you know I be cold
You be like cold bread, just collecting mould
So do what you're told and run away and go home
Your head looks like a can, I'll mug your nan (Yerrr Nan)
Crush your skull in - with a frying pan
Turn her head to bran (Flakes)
I'll slice your scrote with me chin
Mess with me and I'll encave your kid's skull in (Bom)
Chilling in the sink with my boy Ravi
Fuck with the boys and you'll get the yeet

[Chorus: Ling Mee]
Trap in the banjo, pass me the tango
Your MCM's wet looks just like a mango
Now we're talking fruits, spitting in the booth
The Banjo Boys wearing their best suits
Yeah, watching Pingu and he goes noot noot
If your nan looks at me then I'll give her the boot

[Outro: Da Berg]
(Wub-wub x7) Cheese sandwich
Apple smoothie
Porridge sandwich (Wub-wub x4)