AG Club - Memphis Pt. 2 (ft. NLE Choppa & A$AP Ferg) (Audio, Lyrics) - Lyrics
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AG Club unveils the second part to "Memphis" now featuring NLE Choppa & A$AP Ferg.
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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$AP Ferg and NLE Choppa turn things up a notch on the rowdy new single from AG Club.
AG Club - Memphis Pt.
NLE Choppa & A$AP Ferg) (prod.
[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 A$AP Ferg