MANE - GloRilla & Pooh Shiesty: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

GloRilla & Pooh Shiesty

MANE

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Hip-Hop/Rap

MANE was released on June 25, 2026 by Atlantic Recording Corporation as a part of the album MANE - Single

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

GloRilla

Vocals

Pooh Shiesty

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Gloria Woods

Composer

Lontrell Williams Jr

Lontrell Williams Jr

Composer

Jaucquez Lowe

Composer

Julius Rivera III

Julius Rivera III

Composer

Timothy McKibbins

Timothy McKibbins

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

London Jae

Producer

Squat Beats

Producer

B100

Producer

JESS JACKSON at London Town Studios

JESS JACKSON at London Town Studios

Mixing Engineer

Dillion Brophy at London Town Studios

Dillion Brophy at London Town Studios

Mixing Engineer

Aaron "thank Aaron" Bolton at Q Division Studios

Aaron "thank Aaron" Bolton at Q Division Studios

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Have you ever been to London?

GloRilla

Brr

Squat made the beat

Yeah, that's what they been waiting on right here, Glo

I stamp that

Stamp that, ****

B100

Let's go, lets go

[Chorus]

Glizzo down to gizzo, hit the stizzo, get a blunt, mane

Pop out with that dog shit

That's just how we stunt, mane

He look, he took, that's the end of the book

And now that **** sprung, mane (He gone)

All my diamonds super clear, I'm shinin' like the sun, mane

Aye, pistol totin', pudge in my t-shirt every time my drum hang

You can't pick a wrong one, everybody lit, that Choppa Gang

South Memphis to the North screamin', "Aye, mane, say, mane"

Bitch, you gave it, bitch, you givin' it, that's not the same thang (Ho)

[Verse 1]

I just gave it, they talkin' 'bout it's giving (Aye)

I walk with a limp, I'm pimpin'

You know it

Just made 2 milli' just chillin'

I stamp that

They thinkin' I fell off, they trippin' (Huh?)

Put a bow on that pussy, it's gifted

He braggin', he fucking the biggest (Yup)

He say it's so tight, it be grippin' (Damn)

But don't nut in it, baby, you trippin' (Hard)

Bitch comin' for me, who gassed her? (The fuck?)

I'll put a bitch right on my platter

Ho tried to lil' suh me, I passed her (Aha)

Thought I was mane, ho, think faster (Bitch)

Victim-playing-ass ho, stop cappin' (The fuck?)

Ho went straight to hater from clappin' (She jealous)

I been certi before I went platinum (On gang)

I'on stand down for shit, what's happenin'? (Ho)

Can't lie, I got it on

How you comin'?

I'm fresh from the flo' up, ****

Flo' up, ****

As soon as I walk through the door (Whatchu doin'?)

Told Shmurda to po' up, ****

Po' up, ****

You put Glo Da P on a track

What we doin'?

Just know it's gon' go up, ****

Go up, ****

Don't matter how late I be (Mothafucka)

Just as long as I show up, ****

[Chorus]

Glizzo down to gizzo, hit the stizzo, get a blunt, mane

Pop out with that dog shit

That's just how we stunt, mane (Brr)

He look, he took, that's the end of the book

And now that **** sprung, mane (He gone)

All my diamonds super clear, I'm shinin' like the sun, mane

Aye, pistol totin', pudge in my t-shirt every time my drum hang

You can't pick a wrong one, everybody lit, that Choppa Gang

South Memphis to the North screamin', "Aye, mane, say, mane"

Bitch, you gave it, bitch, you givin' it, that's not the same thang

[Verse 2]

And all them hunnids don't make you real

****, I know rats with some money

And that kill don't make you gangsta

****, I know snitches with bodies

See them millions enhanced my juice

I was a mothafucka 'fore fame

You ain't made no name in all this time

Bitch, you gon' die a lame

I been GG since elementary, lil' Shiesty ain't never stain

My city ain't wanna accept my gang, now it's a household name

Who run Memphis? Brr Gang

I got rich off gun slangin'

Bodies droppin', they get to namin' me and them smackers I bang with

I can pimp a renegade, see, I can sell a tub soap

Four-five full of baldheads, my bullets look like Doodie Lo

BJ blew up shawty fo when we found out he was chump

Fresh out the feds, but they still watchin'

Twist up my fingers and pose, ****

I had two options, take the charge or get us hit with a RICO

I rapped, but I'll still shoot first

And all my foreigns got parked tolls

All my jewelry rose gold

Fight Night in Vegas, I'm front row

Chinchilla Frank Lucas, come Spectre, came with stars in the door

Brr

[Chorus]

Glizzo down to gizzo, hit the stizzo, get a blunt, mane

Pop out with that dog shit

That's just how we stunt, mane

He look, he took, that's the end of the book

And now that **** sprung, mane (He gone)

All my diamonds super clear, I'm shinin' like the sun, mane

Aye, pistol totin', pudge in my t-shirt every time my drum hang

You can't pick a wrong one, everybody lit, that Choppa Gang

South Memphis to the North screamin', "Aye, mane, say, mane"

Bitch, you gave it, bitch, you givin' it, that's not the same thang (Ho)

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