[Intro: Bobby McFerrin]
Here's a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don't worry
Be happy

[Chorus: Yung Craka & Shotgun Willy]
Can I get your digits?
Bring some friends for all the bros
I'm suckin' toes like they be Oreos
You already know (I said you already know, huh? Ayy!)

[Verse 1: Shotgun Willy]
Got all this paper, I don't go to class
Shorty look good in them double-stuffed pants
Shoe made of gator, so I'll see you later
Your boy made the fader, all you make is trash, uh
She only a five in her face
So her head get a bag and my time don't get waste, uh
Give me a time and a placе
And I'm pullin' up fast 'cause my tongue like thе taste
Ooh, how do you do that?
Keepin' it wavy, like Durags
Make me your ex-man, like Hugh Jack'
I can't be your boo, I'm like who that?
Got so much drip, you kids might need a hoodie
Said I'm out here buzzin', but I got a woody
I'm runnin' the show, but I feel like a rookie
And I'm suckin' toes like they're milk's favorite cookie
[Chorus: Yung Craka]
Can I get your digits?
Bring some friends for all the bros
I'm suckin' toes like they be Oreos
You already know
Can I get your digits?
Bring some friends for all the bros
I'm suckin' toes like they be Oreos
You already know

[Verse 2: Shotgun Willy]
Ayy
You already know, ayy
Pull up in a robe, ayy
Pink as this, I steal his chick
She ride me, rodeo, ayy
Water how I flow, ayy
Coca-Cola nose, ayy
Stack it quick, I'm gettin' rich
You see me do-si-do, ayy
Huh? What do you mean I can't see your kitty?
I've been countin' up green in the middle of the city
And I'm rockin' Nike, but the fit is lookin' iffy
I can't hit that chick 'cause I just been so busy
She grab on my stick and said, "This little piggy"
While out in public they say, "You Shotgun Willy"
Just call me the kid, got a tattoo of Billy
I wanna have kids with a chick hot as chili, huh?
You already know, though
Why all these randoms want a photo?
Tip-toe, no, we don't like po-po
Pullin' up, iced out, feel like Frozone
I been baggin' all these chicks, like Frodo
Catch me whippin' out my- ooh, like a yo-yo
And her man is a bum, he a hobo
Matrix in the whip, goin' slow-mo, woah, yo, oh no
[Chorus: Yung Craka]
Can I get your digits?
Bring some friends for all the bros
I'm suckin' toes like they be Oreos
You already know (Yeah)
Can I get your digits?
Bring some friends for all the bros
I'm suckin' toes like they be Oreos
You already know