i cant find my wallet (Hang Low)

Ion even like to listen to music, shit is boring Every time I listen, make me wanna get in the booth and get so dummy Hoes they love, tennis on me Enemies in ditches slumpin' I hit they block and leave them dancing you would think that they were crumpin' I'm in London eating the finest crumpets, yeah I'm up to something Bad lil vibe, she from 'round the hood think she be F-f-fucken round She is for the gang mane Can't be f-f-fucken round with me cuz my chains hang low Hang low (Hang low) Hang low (Hang low) Hang low (Hang low) Hang low (Hang low) Hang low (Hang low) Hang low (Hang low) Keep it going (...Hello?) Who are you You are just a goofy goober Tell your shordie I said hi, last time I saw her She was shaking ass like hula hoppers On my dick, I'm not Stephen Curry bitch but I'm a shooter Hot like curry, I'm a villain Diamonds blue feel like Sly Cooper Uh, Yeah I got ruggahs Pull up to your bitch pad Know these dudes have been mad They used up like Maxipad Making hits, cooking in a lab I sent your bitch back in a cab I gave her good tip no tab I gave her good tip no tab Like she work for Hooters She gave me good service and even let me touch her Hooters, I met her mom she was a Cougar I touched her Cooter Fucked that bitch in the back of the Uber Pussy bald like she Lex Luthor That shit still smelt like a sewer