[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