P.O.P.E - Betathon Lyrics

I wanna return so I'm bringing it back
Cardi B or Bacardi I like it like that
Jacking the shit that you can't even jack
I say that I'm sorry I gotta attack
Making the beats with the clap and the snare
Miami Detroit yeah they are everywhere
Sit down be humble I grab you a chair
What's that on your foot yeah I call that footwear

And I live in the states
Determine your fate
The things that define you we call them your traits
How many Ks
I'm talking like 8
You wanna act now but I tell you to wait
I got the flow
And you got the hate
They don't even like it but say that it's great
All on my back like I carry the freight
All of this shit that I have on my plate

I can't go
Mayweather coming at you with the blow (with the what?)
Yeah for sho
Getting the bread and I'm getting the dough
All in the bank
Give it a crank
We want you out so you go walk the plank
I gotta flank
He shooting blanks
At the top like a boat that hasn't sank