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MANE (Bonus)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
MANE (Bonus) was released on August 7, 2026 by 1017/Atlantic as a part of the album All Eyes on Shiest
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[Intro]
Have you ever been to London?
GloRilla
Blrrd
Squat made the beat
Yeah, this what they been waiting on right here though
I stamp that
Stamp that, ****
B100
Let's go, let's 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 two 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 fuckin' 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 (Blrrd)
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? Blrrd 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 phone when we found out he was chamo
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 rap, but I'll still shoot folks
And all my foreigns got polished toes
All my jewelry rose gold
Fight Night in Vegas, I'm front row
Chinchilla Frank Lucas coat, Spectre came with stars in the door
Blrrd
[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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