Dearly Departed (Outro) lyrics

[Intro: MillaG]
Chill! Chill n*ggas!
Chill! I'm back! (Boy!)
Chill n*gga (Boy!)
This that 518 sh*t man (I'm back!)
Chill n*gga (Boy!)
Moded
I'm back! 10Hunnitz

[Verse: MillaG]
Goin' Up, comin' back, sh*t is wack, but it's a flat
Comin' down, sh*t intact, skinny n*gga, gettin' fat
Jack Mac, go get that pouch them stamps & cigarettes, go get that bag
Chargin' n*ggas out da ass, gotta make it last forever
Call my n*gga Keif and tell him it's no sweat, I'm gettin' low
No livin' with regrets and tell em' it's a bet that I'll be back!
It's da Terminator, f*ck these n*ggas, where it at? That's a fact
Call me Exterminator, takin out the Rats
Thats yo b*tch, oh she call me daddy
See me cashin' checks, whipped that Max
Bringin' home the bacon, takin' out the trash
Funkdafied, since I been the brat, now I'm like a Vet
Get respect, 31 and sh*t, I feel like I been dead then came back!
Michael Jackson Thrilla, it's the Walkin' Dead, when I come back!
They can't tell me sh*t, I'm itchin' 4 this cash
Dead Presidents, you heard? Return of the Walkin' Dead motherf*ckers
Tell em' we don't play, this ain't GTA or PS4
This ain't Call Of Duty, we can go to war
Loaded gun, off that Coke & Rum, I smoked 100 blunts f*ck a pill
I ain't with the Molly, but she fit the bill like a dress
Boy ya b*tch a mess, How you even stand her?
Clean her up, like a Janitor, a clean sweep & mop
I'm at the top, bottom b*tch a model, know I'm from the bottom, gimme top!
But forgive me not! You can't get this di*k, that's a block!
That's the Hostage and a Baby? Call in SWAT! Oh, that's Scott!
Man, I told you he was crazy, he a punk! Then what's up?
You can get this lump or u can get this pump, what you want?
Any way you want, you leavin' in the trunk, bodybag!
Kill em' when I wanna, clips of marijuana
That's a stack! That nobody puts Millie in the corner
Million Dollars, but I'm Worth 100
Millie ain't just rhymin', Millie Talkin'
But I'm bout to show em', guess I'll just go Diamond, PLATNUM PLAQUES!
'Cause these ain't just raps, these is more than that, these is maps!
Call me GPS, Grindin' Packs Strapped, Boy I'm back
Let a n*gga front, hit him wit' this Cannon
Leave him missin', where that n*gga at, ain't seen him, Ed O'Bannon
Cold case, crack a cold Corona, these n*ggas is lemons