MANE (feat. Pooh Shiesty) lyrics

(Have you ever been to London?) GloRilla Blrrd (squat made this beat) Yeah, this what they been waitin' on right here though Ayy, stamp that Stamp that, nigga (B100) let's go, let's go Glizzo down to kizzo, 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 nigga sprung, mane (he gone) All my diamonds super clear, I'm shinin' like the Sun, mane Ayy, pistol toter, 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 screamin': Ayy, mane, say mane Bitch, you gave it, bitch, you givin' it, that's not the same thing (ho) I just gave it, they talkin' 'bout It's giving (ayy) I walk with a limp, I'm pimpin' (you know) Just made two mil', just chillin' (ayy, stamp that) They thinkin' I fell off, they trippin' (huh) Put a bow on that pussy, it's gifted (woo) He braggin', he fuckin' the biggest (yeah) He say it's so tight, it be grippin' (damn) But don't nut in it, baby, you trippin' (ho) 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 (haha) Thought I was, mane ho, think faster (bitch) Victim-playin'-ass ho, stop cappin' (fuck?) Ho went straight to hater from clappin' (she jumpin') I've been certi' before I went platinum (on gang) I don't stand down on shit, what's happening? (Ho) Can't lie, I got it on (how you coming?) I'm fresh from the floor up, nigga (floor up, nigga) As soon as I walk through the door (what you do?) Told Shmurda to pour up, nigga (pour up, nigga) You put Glo the P on a track (what we doin'?) Just know it's gon' go up, nigga (go up, nigga) Don't matter how late I be (what the fuck?) Just long as I show up, nigga Glizzo down to kizzo, 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 nigga sprung, mane (he gone) All my diamonds super clear, I'm shinin' like the Sun, mane Ayy, pistol toter, 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 screamin': Ayy, mane, say mane Bitch, you gave it, bitch, you givin' it, that's not the same thing (ho) And all them hundreds don't make you real, nigga, I know rats with some money And that kill don't make you gangster, nigga, I know snitches with bodies See, them millions enhanced my juice, I was a motherfucker 'fore fame You ain't made no name in all this time, bitch, you gon' die lame I've been GG since elementary, lil Shiesty, like, I left a 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' 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 45 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, bitch I had two options, take the charge or get us hit with a RICO I rap, but I 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 Glizzo down to kizzo, 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 nigga sprung, mane (he gone) All my diamonds super clear, I'm shinin' like the Sun, mane Ayy, pistol toter, 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 screamin': Ayy, mane, say mane Bitch, you gave it, bitch, you givin' it, that's not the same thing (ho)