GloRilla and Pooh Shiesty Reclaim Memphis Pride in Hard-Hitting Collaboration “MANE“
When two of the most potent voices from Memphis collide, the result is bound to shake the foundation of the South. With the June 2026 release of “MANE“, GloRilla, Pooh Shiesty have delivered a masterclass in regional dominance, grounding their latest anthem in the raw, unapologetic energy that defined their rise to stardom.
Produced by London Jae, Squat Beats, and B100, the track utilizes glaring, percussive production to create a stark soundscape that demands immediate attention.
Neither artist wastes a second; they trade razor-sharp verses that function as both a celebration of their hometown roots and a defiant declaration that they are operating strictly on their own terms.
The lyrical narrative stays focused on survival and sustained success, pushing back against any talk of fading away with a relentless, high-stakes confidence.
The official visualizer offers fans an intimate, behind-the-scenes look at the duo in the studio, stripping away the polish to highlight the genuine chemistry between two of hip-hop’s most influential voices.
For Pooh Shiesty, this release marks a significant milestone in his resurgence, while for GloRilla, it reinforces her status as a powerhouse capable of elevating any collaboration she touches.
By merging their signature styles into one cohesive, gritty package, they’ve managed to turn the record into a rallying cry for the city.
This is the sound of two superstars at the top of their game, turning Memphis grit into a global, undeniable force.
Quotable Lyrics:
(Have you ever been to London?) GloRilla
Blrrrd (Squat made this beat)
Yeah, this what they been waitin’ on right here though
Ayy, stamp that
Stamp that, ni**a
(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 ni**a sprung, mane (He gone)
All my diamonds super clear, I’m shinin’ like the sun, mane
You can’t pick the wrong one, everybody lit, that’s Choppa Gang (Ugh)
South Memphis to the North screamin’, “Ayy, mane, say manе”
B*tch, you gave it, b*tch, you givin’ it, that’s not the same thing (H*e)
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)
He braggin’, he f**kin’ the biggest (Yeah)
He say it’s so tight, it be grippin’ (Damn)
But don’t nut in it, baby, you trippin’ (H*e)
I’ll put a b*tch right on my platter
Ho tried to lil’ suh me, I passed her (Haha)
Thought I was, mane, h*e, think faster (B*tch)
Victim-playin’-ass ho, stop cappin’ (F**k?)
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? (H*e)
I’m fresh from the floor up, ni**a (Floor up, ni**a)
As soon as I walk through the door (What you do?)
Told Shmurda to pour up, ni**a (Pour up, ni**a)
Just know it’s gon’ go up, ni**a (Go up, ni**a)
Don’t matter how late I be (What the f**k?)
Just long as I show up, ni**a
Pop out with that dog sh*t, that’s just how we stunt, mane (Blrrrd)
He look, he took, that’s the end of the book, and now that ni**a sprung, mane (He gone)
All my diamonds super clear, I’m shinin’ like the sun, mane
You can’t pick the wrong one, everybody lit, that’s Choppa Gang (Ugh)
South Memphis to the North screamin’, “Ayy, mane, say mane”
B*tch, you gave it, b*tch, you givin’ it, that’s not the same thing (H*e)
And all them hundreds don’t make you real, ni**a, I know rats with some money
And that kill don’t make you gangster, ni**a, I know snitches with bodies
See, them millions enhanced my juice, I was a motherf**ker ‘fore fame
You ain’t made no name in all this time, b*tch, you gon’ die lame
My city ain’t wanna accept my gang, now it’s a household name
Who run Memphis? Blrrrd Gang, I got rich off gun slangin’
Body drop, they get the name, and me and them smackers I bang with
.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, b*tch
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, blrrrd
