BRING THE BAG-BACK HOME ft. CONWAY THE MACHINE Lyrics

Yeah, Machine, bitch

Yeah, nigga, we back

What the fuck is up, nigga

Right

Yeah

Get in your bag, kid

The fame and the clout, I never cared about

I did two shows for a hundred, that's a fair amount

Made block from Jenny to Walden, you know my whereabouts

The ones responsible for all those bodies y'all been hearing about

Niggas had the Zion trap and the heroin house

And made more weekly than a doctor made yearly out of salary

I'm rocking the miry out the factory

Mike personally sending packs to me

Yeah

These niggas still copying waves

Still in my drip, but them niggas never rock it the same

Boy thought he was gangster until he got shot in his braids

You know he crashing out

If ever you out, pop in your lane

Pulled up the Dykeman and see poppy and caught me some haze

Nigga lost half his leg when he was shot with a gauge

Rock a lot of chains in Atlanta

I stopped at the flame

Conway, y'all know the name

Bring the bag, bring it

Drug would like me a possibility

Possibly might be a struggle

Take it away

Come on home now

Bring that bag

Drug would like me a possibility

Possibly might be a struggle

Take it away

Come on home now

Bring that bag

Oh, bring the bag, bring it

Hey, go ahead and take it on home

Bring the bag

Oh, bring it back, bring it

Take it on home

Bring it back

Bring the bag

Yeah, we running lots of power here

Poetic culture, culture entertainment, machine number

Cannon

We are going to head it up

Tear it up

Let it live on live

Hey, throw it up like it's 4th of July

Go ahead and take it back

Bring it back

Bring the bag back on home

Oh, bring it back, bring it

Go ahead

Go ahead

Get over home

Bring it back

Oh, bring it back, bring it back

Poetic culture, culture entertainment, machine

Number cannon

Drug would like me a possibility

Possibly might be a struggle

Take it away

Come on home now

Bring that bag

Drug would like me a possibility

Possibly might be a struggle

Take it away

Come on home now

Bring that bag

Slippin' never slide

Always duckin' and dodgin'

Stickin' to them braces

So many different competitions

So many listeners

So many different denials

So many different lines

So many trials

We all gotta fly on through