[Intro: MillaG]
Chill! Chill n***as!
Chill! I'm back! (Boy!)
Chill n***a (Boy!)
This that 518 shit man (I'm back!)
Chill n***a (Boy!)
Moded
I'm back! 10Hunnitz

[Verse: MillaG]
Goin' Up, comin' back, shit is wack, but it's a flat
Comin' down, shit intact, skinny n***a, gettin' fat
Jack Mac, go get that pouch them stamps & cigarettes, go get that bag
Chargin' n***as out da ass, gotta make it last forever
Call my n***a 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, fuck these n***as, where it at? That's a fact
Call me Exterminator, takin out the Rats
Thats yo bitch, 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 shit, 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 shit, I'm itchin' 4 this cash
Dead Presidents, you heard? Return of the Walkin' Dead motherfuckers
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 fuck a pill
I ain't with the Molly, but she fit the bill like a dress
Boy ya bitch a mess, How you even stand her?
Clean her up, like a Janitor, a clean sweep & mop
I'm at the top, bottom bitch a model, know I'm from the bottom, gimme top!
But forgive me not! You can't get this dick, 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***a front, hit him wit' this Cannon
Leave him missin', where that n***a at, ain't seen him, Ed O'Bannon
Cold case, crack a cold Corona, these n***as is lemons