AG Club unveils the second part to “Memphis” now featuring NLE Choppa & A$AP Ferg. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download the lyrics to the VLADISSXXUMI-produced song.
Ag Club Memphis Pt. 2
If festivals were alive and well, and COVID wasn’t a thing, there isn’t a doubt in my mind that AG Club would be inciting moshpits on every stage they touch. The release of their debut album Halfway Off The Porch shed light on their infectious energy. The project spawned the single, “Memphis” which has been going crazy on streaming services and YouTube. Now, they’ve returned with a part two featuring one of the latest breakout stars out of Memphis and one of Harlem’s jiggiest characters.
A$AP Ferg and NLE Choppa turn things up a notch on the rowdy new single from AG Club.
AG Club – Memphis Pt. 2 (ft. NLE Choppa & A$AP Ferg) (prod. VLADISSXXUMI)
Lyrics
[Intro: Jody Fontaine]
AG putting on for the nine-nines and the two thousands
Can’t take us nowhere ’cause we too violent
When we step out we too wildin’
Got two fits on ’cause I’m too stylin’
AG, Sugar Free bitch
[Chorus: Babyboy & NLE Choppa]
Let them know, let these niggas know
Let these niggas know
Let them know, let these niggas know
Let these niggas know
Let them know, let these niggas know
Let these niggas know
Let them know, let these niggas know (Ayy)
Let these niggas know (Ayy)
[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Let ’em know that I’m the greatest
Let ’em know that I’m the hottest
I still go whack a nigga then go joke about the body
Caught a win baby, I still got some killers murkin’ and ridin’
Bitch, I’m too faded and I got two Glocks on me if you try me
Pull up at the house and then knock on the door
And then kick down the door and then over the po
After we kill em we tell them “Let’s go”
And they say that I’m bold ’cause I left him on froze (Froze)
[Transition: Jody Fontaine]
Shit, (Cajh shit, bitch), shit (Bitch), shit
Turn me the fuck up
[Verse 2: Jody Fontaine]
Got a couple tens, twenties and fifties (Oh)
Can that cover up your scar? (Okay)
She attackin’ what I’m packing (Bitch, bitch)
Tryna fuck a rock star (Yeah)
If a nigga trippin’ with it
Let me know so we can spar
I’m high steppin’ over opps
While I’m smokin’ on that hard
I need a super-crazy, buss it baby
Smokin’ on that extra lazy (Damn)
Still screaming “Fuck you, pay me”
Please don’t try to educate me (Oh, damn)
A.G. never hesitating
Ridin’ in that old Mercedes
I ain’t got no registration
Hotbox with no ventilation
Bitch, I’m climbing floors to set the score
I need that A.G. tour
Bitch you nice for what?
I’m mad as fuck I need a hundred more
I need a bunch of gore
I shoot a slasher film with all the whores
We grew up cold and sore
Hop off the steps ’cause we ain’t have a porch
I’m movin’ to the north, I’m on the court, I’m dropping niggas off
I’m bout to pop the ‘cork ’cause since the stork my shit been poppin’ off
My windows tinted, bitch, I’m rolling lifted in this Autobot
Is this shit hot or not I know this hot ’cause A.G. made it
Knock ya’ bitch
[Chorus: Babyboy & A$AP Ferg]
Let them know, let these niggas know
Let these niggas know
Let them know, let these niggas know
Let these niggas know
Let them know, let these niggas know
Let these niggas know
Let them know, let these niggas know
Let these niggas know (Ayy, hoo, hoo, hoo)
[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
Fuck is you mean? Walk in and make it a scene
Pressure as I get in the rink
We are the kings, nigga, Rocky with the bling
[?] caps spin on the link
Treat my wrists like a ring
Throw my arm in her drink
That’s your bitch? Workin’ that out ’til she faint
On my dick doing planks
Years in the game, still making that bank
Off of that Shabba Shabba Shabba Ranks
Nothing is ever gon’ change
Couple of [?] the streams
Memphis, rocking a ho
You’s a cop, come for your bitch
Nigga you pokin’ alone
Soon as you turn around she gettin’ into it with a click
Tryna duck off with the bros
Sucka-ass niggas you feeling my clothes
[?]
Trest my drug, parked on Melrose
Let these niggas know
Who started you rappers in Vogue
Fashion, strike a pose
I’ma let ’em know
[Verse 4: Jody Fontaine]
I got fifties, fourties, thirties, twenties
I was born to be a star
Ford Explorer on Forgiato’s
Know my mama love that car
And I’m counting all of my sins
Fore that rapture blow and we part
Rollin’ big fingers with Benji
Yeah, he askin’ where did we start
And he askin’ what we chasin’
Tryna shake back and be great
Feelin’ vacant, needin’ maintenance
He said “Watch the breaths that you take”
I’m so glad that Manny ain’t fake
I’m so glad Jabbarr stayed down
I’m so glad that Derek ain’t hate
It’s like ten heads in this crown, yeah
[Chorus: Babyboy]
Let them know, let these niggas know
Let these niggas know
Let them know, let these niggas know
Let these niggas know
Let them know, let these niggas know
Let these niggas know
Let them know, let these niggas know
Let these niggas know
[Outro: Babyboy]
Never come and don’t you try
Never come and don’t you
Never seen before, never seen before
Never seen before, just let them know that this some shit
That they ain’t never seen before
Never seen before
Never seen before
Never seen before
