[Intro]
(All the commas)
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
Ooh, hmm

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
For this life, I cannot change (Change)
In the hills, deep off in the main (Main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (M&M's, candy cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Top, pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change (Change)
In the hills, deep off in the main (Hills, the main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (M&M's, candy cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Top, pop it, pop it)

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Drop the top, play hide and seek (Yeah)
Jump inside, jump straight to the league (League)
Take a sip, feel just how I be (It's lit)
On Freeway, but no, ain't nothin' free (Straight up)
Bend laws, bend lanes (Skrrt, skrrt)
Been bustin' bills, but still, ain't nothin' change (Skrrt, skrrt)
You in the mob soon as you rock the chain (Mob)
She caught the waves, just thumbin' through my braids (Alright)
Heatin' up, baby, I'm just heatin' up (It's lit)
Need your love, not a need, it is a must (Yeah)
Feelin' stuck, you know how to keep me up (Yeah, yeah)
Icy love, icy like a hockey puck (Alright)
[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Quavo]
N***as be talkin' like bitches (damn)
Pillow talkin' mean you snitchin' (brr)
You better mind your business (business)
That's why you all in your feelings (huh, huh)
Yeah, I bought a coupe with no ceilings (huh)
I poured a four and I feel it (four)
I'm in the kitchen, it smell like Chitterlings (ugh)
For this life, I cannot change (Change)
In the hills, deep off in the main (Main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (M&M's, candy cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Top, pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change
In the hills, deep off in the main (Main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (Candy cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang

[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
All the ones, all the chains piled on the mantle (Yeah)
All the dawgs, all the dawgs low creep right behind me in the Phantom (It's lit)
Yeah, never go, never go dip on the set, stayed Santana
Yeah, run it back, turn the lights on when I hit up Green Lantern (It's lit, alright)
Yeah, fly the broads, fly the dawgs down to Atlanta
Yeah, in the cut in Medusa, lay low, yeah, I might be
Yeah, roll up, help me calm down when I'm movin' high speed
Yeah, if I send one, need to text back 'cause you know what I need (Straight up)
Oh, please (Oh, please), oh, me (Oh, me), oh, my (Oh, my)
We been movin', we been movin' for some time (Alright)
Flexin', flexin', try to exercise
Exercise (Exercise), exercise (Exercise), exercise (Exercise), exercise (Exercise, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, baller alert (brr)
Lil' bitty bitch, I don't call her alert (brr)
Uh, yeah, follow alert
Go get the fire when I'm callin' the Merc
Uh, yeah, profit come first
I whip the bank, the bank, it gon' vert (whip it)
Yeah, I bought a McLaren
I bought a McLaren, didn't wanna buy verts
Young n***a can't even afford you (ohh)
I get a PJ and board it (damn)
I'm goin' over the water (pew)
I collect watches like Hoarders (watches)
I really came out the soil (ballin')
I really came from the dirt (bottom)
Remember the gang come first (gang)
Birds sing like the Vert
I'm takin' on a new path (huh)
Makin' them bricks take a bath
Lil bitty bitch, do the math (bitch)
Lil' n***a, who are you? (who you?)
Must be bulletproof (brrr)
This shit bigger than you (it big)
This shit bigger than you (yeah)
V.I.P. my squad (yeah), drop off all the gang (yeah)
V.I.P. the lane (skrrt), V.I.P. the chain (squad)
V.I.P. my squad (yeah), drop off all the gang (yeah)
V.I.P. the lane (skrrt), V.I.P. the chain
[Verse 5: Juicy J]
I said it can't fuck with the legacy, not at all
N***as say they finna re-up I done spent that in the mall
Even though I'ma stand up got n***as wanna see me fall
Like I had them n***as come collect a n***a
All I gotta do is make a call
I know some bitches that be getting to it
And they trap harder than y'all
Makin' summertime in the wintertime
'Cause I know I'm hotter than 'em all
Put a hit out like the mob, feed n***as to my dawgs
Y'all fucking' with the pigs? N***a we just ball hard
I can't even look at you now cos you so fake I'm appalled
Y'all making them statements so them cases gettin' solved
Gotta stay the fuck away from y'all, y'all gettin' too involved
I know some n***as throwing rakes up
I know some n***as reppin' finball
I know some n***as puttin' cake up
I know some n***as that'd spend it all
I know some n***as that done changed up
Some stay the same through it all
When Pat was locked up, I wrote a letter to him
Told him "we gone get it all"
I ain't had nobody playin' it nice it was just me and Paul (Mafia!)

{Outro: Juicy J]
Yeah Hoe