"Season Premiere" lyrics

(What's up, Juwop?)
(Beat those drums)

I woke up and got right back to handlin' business
You still bettin' against me, please seek help, you might have a gambling addiction, yeah
Yeah, this an F&N on me, but this ain't the standard edition
I keep killin' this shit and killin' this shit, feel like a Batman villain
Pushin' my whip through Gotham City, and I still got both feet on they throat
Laughin' all the way to the bank, but don't take me as no joke
That ain't no honest mistake
I chase that paper, I'm gettin' my money in shape
All them goons with you, if I'm shootin' at you, let's see who gon' jump in the way
Go play somewhere safe, you ain't cut out for this
Nigga been waitin' for twelve months for my shit to cool down a bit, yeah
Sorry to disappoint
You must have bad luck, you missed your point
I'm 'bout to put on a show, I keep the stick like a magician's wand
Abracadabra, bitch, I'm strapped
Pull that thumper out thin air just like a rabbit out a hat
Poof, you gone, now let's move along, leave these fools alone
I'm gon' focus on this money until someone proves me wrong
Guess I'll wait
Wait, on second thought, fuck I'm thinkin'? Ain't got time to waste
I owe my old lady a date, I told her pick a time and place
Too legit to quit, far too hot to stop
Today, I got the hammer sponsored by and Heckler & Koch
Let's do DIYs, I built this shit myself, yes
Niggas ain't see me comin', why? I like to carry a stealth vest
Two-Clip Trip for president, play with my name, get death threats
I'm so sick with the flow, you listen too long, you might be a health risk
Fuck them niggas, I'm selfish, I only care about mine
If I ain't gettin' paid for my time, I hope you don't mind, I gotta decline
First I make sure all my babies eat and then I feed the streets
Special thanks to all of you for tuning into season three

Yeah
Yeah
This is a special gift to you from me
Yeah
Long live Pif (What's up, Juwop?)
(Beat those drums)