MANE Lyrics – GloRilla, Pooh Shiesty

Read the full MANE lyrics by GloRilla and Pooh Shiesty from the album G2 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: GloRilla & Pooh Shiesty]
(Have you ever been to London?)
GloRilla
Brrt
(Squat made this beat)
Yeah, don’t think (??)
Ayy, stamp that
Stamp that, n!gga
(B100) Let’s go, let’s go

[Chorus: GloRilla, Pooh Shiesty & Both]
Glizzo down to kizzo, hit the stizzo, get a blunt, mane

Pop out with that dog s*it, that’s just how we stunt, mane
He look, he took, that’s the end of the book and now that n!gga sprung, mane (He gone)
All my diamonds super clear, I’m shining like the sun, mane
Ayy, pistol tote, pudge in my t-shirt every time my drum hang (Bah, bah)
You can’t pick the wrong one, everybody lit, that’s Choppa Gang (Ugh)
South Memphis to the North screaming, “Ayy, mane, say mane”
B!tch, you gave it, b!tch, you giving it, that’s not the samе thing (Ho)

[Verse 1: GloRilla]
I just gave it, they talking ’bout it’s (??) (Ayy)
I walk with a limp, I’m pimping (You know)
Just made two mil’, just chilling (Ayy, stamp that)
Thеy thinking I fell off, they tripping (Huh)
Put a bone in that pu*sy, it’s gifted (Woo)
He bragging, he fu*king the biggest (Yah)
He say so tight to be gripping (Damn)
But don’t nut in it, baby, you tripping (Ho)
B!tch coming for me, who gas? (Fu*k?)
I put a b!tch right on my platter
Ho try to look suit me, I passed ’em (Haha)
Thought it was my ho, think faster (B!tch)
Pick the plan, that ho, “Stop capping” (Fu*k?)
Ho went straight to hater from clapping (She jumping)
I’ve been thirty before I went plat (On gang)
I’m standing on s*it, what’s happening? (Ho)

Can’t lie, I got it on (Ayy, come on)
I’m fresh from the floor up, n!gga (Floor up, n!gga)
As soon as I walk through the door (What you do?)
Told Shredder to pour up, n!gga (Pour up, n!gga)
(??) (What we doing?)
Just know it’s gon’ go up, n!gga (Go up, n!gga)
Don’t matter how late I be (What the fu*k?)
Just as long as I show up, n!gga

[Chorus: GloRilla, Pooh Shiesty & Both]
Glizzo down to kizzo, hit the stizzo, get a blunt, mane
Pop out with that dog s*it, that’s just how we stunt, mane (Brrt)
He look, he took, that’s the end of the book and now that n!gga sprung, mane (He gone)
All my diamonds super clear, I’m shining like the sun, mane
Ayy, pistol tote, pudge in my t-shirt every time my drum hang (Bah, bah)
You can’t pick the wrong one, everybody lit, that’s Choppa Gang (Ugh)
South Memphis to the North screaming, “Ayy, mane, say mane”
B!tch, you gave it, b!tch, you giving it, that’s not the same thing (Ho)

[Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty]
And all them hundreds don’t make you real, n!gga, I know rats with some money
And that kill don’t make you gangster, n!gga, I know snitches with bodies
See them millions and hands in my juice, I was a motherfu*ker ‘fore fame
You ain’t made no name in all this time, b!tch, you gonna die lame
I’ve been GG since elementary, lil’ Shiesty like I left a stain
My city ain’t wanna sell my gang, now it’s a household name
Who run Memphis? Brrt gang
I got rich off gun slanging
Body drop, they get the name
And me and them smackers I bang with
I can pimp a renegade, see, I can sell a tub soap
Four-five full of ball heads, my bullets look like Doodie Lo
B.J. blew up shouting phone, we found out he was chamo
Fresh out the feds, but they still watching, twist up my fingers and pose
I had two options, take the charge or get us hit with a RICO
I rap, but I still shoot folks and all my phones got polished toes
All my Giro rose gold, fight night in Vegas, I’m front row
Chinchilla, Frank Lucas coat, Spectre came with stars in the door, brrt

[Chorus: GloRilla, Pooh Shiesty & Both]
Glizzo down to kizzo, hit the stizzo, get a blunt, mane
Pop out with that dog s*it, that’s just how we stunt, mane
He look, he took, that’s the end of the book and now that n!gga sprung, mane (He gone)
All my diamonds super clear, I’m shining like the sun, mane
Ayy, pistol tote, pudge in my t-shirt every time my drum hang (Bah, bah)
You can’t pick the wrong one, everybody lit, that’s Choppa Gang (Ugh)
South Memphis to the North screaming, “Ayy, mane, say mane”
B!tch, you gave it, b!tch, you giving it, that’s not the same thing (Ho)