Who is GloRilla? Everything to know about WNBA All-Star Game halftime show performer's songs, background, more

The WNBA All-Star Game might be in Indianapolis, but it will have a distinctly Memphis feel in 2025, with the league enlisting one of Grind City's most notable voices to soundtrack the midsummer spectacle.

GloRilla will lend her harrowing vocals to the league, serving as the halftime performer during Saturday's All-Star Game. It's a richly deserved honor for the 25-year-old emcee, whose career has gone from strength to strength in the past three years.

An avid basketball watcher and Grizzlies supporter, it was only right for Glo to headline one of the biggest days in the W's calendar. She's increasingly viewed as a titan in the Southern hip-hop landscape, standing on the shoulders of notable acts like Project Pat, Three 6 Mafia, and the late Gangsta Boo. What better place to pay homage to their legacies than the WNBA All-Star Game, a venue inhabited by hulking redwoods carving out legacies of their own?

With that, here's what you need to know about GloRilla, from her background to the lyrics from her most famous tracks.

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Who is GloRilla?

GloRilla, born Gloria Hallelujah Woods, is a Memphis-based rapper who has emerged as one of rap's most prominent femcees in recent years. She's climbed into the Billboard Top 50 on a handful of occasions while proving to the masses that crunk, the uptempo, club-centered hip-hop that emerged in the South during the 1990s, still can achieve mainstream and critical success.

Glo bided her time in Memphis' rap circuit, releasing her first mixtape in 2019. The 25-year-old has musicality swirling in her blood — she's cousins to both Cardi B and Lil Uzi Vert.

In April 2022, GloRilla became something of a household name. Her release, "F.N.F (Let's Go)" became a hit on TikTok, even spawning a challenge across the platform. That was enough to land Glo inside the Billboard Top 100 list. GloRilla kept the momentum going in 2023, releasing her second EP, "Anyways, Life's Great" to widespread acclaim. GloRilla was nominated for her first Grammy this year for her performance in "F.N.F (Let's Go)."

Glo has kept the good times rolling in the years since she first emerged on the mainstream. In late 2024, she released her debut album, "Glorious." Spearheaded by top-50 hits "TGIF," "Hollon," and "Whatchu Kno About Me," the project climbed to No. 5 in the Billboard 200. Her All-Star performance comes on the heels of a three-month tour that's seen her hit more than 20 cities. The tour will conclude with a stop at her hometown of Memphis on July 25. 

GloRilla songs, lyrics

With five tracks that broke into Billboard's Top 30, including two that peaked at No. 9 ("Tomorrow 2" feat. Cardi B) and No. 11 ("Wanna Be" feat. Megan Thee Stallion), GloRilla has plenty of ammo to use when she takes the stage on Saturday night. Here are some of her most notable tunes.

Yeah Glo!

Glo floats atop ethereal B100 production in this 2024 tune, which sees her assert herself as one of rap's leading voices. Glorilla proclaims that she's done with features and celebrating the fruits of her labor in this 2:28-second anthem.

GloRilla (B100)
(Go Grizz)
Oh, gang, gang (grizz)
Oh, gang, gang

Yeah, run up on big Glo, you won't, I bet your ass be on the floor
Big carbon hit like Mayweather, Tula come through and bow a h—
Got millions out that rap s—, they hate a b—, but they stole the flow
Got backend after backend comin', f— 'em, I stole the show
Don't run up on that b—, she a headcase, all she do is shoot
I signed my deal up on a PJ and hopped out a parachute
I'm geeked, don't ask me 'bout no more features, I might just stare at you
I'm geeked, don't ask me 'bout no more features, I might embarrass you

Stomp a lil' p— h— with some shell toes
(Yeah, Glo!) Slappin' rap b— and makin' bail, ho
(Yeah, Glo!) Two-tone Cartier match the nails, ho
(Yeah, Glo!) No competition, these b— stale, ho
(Yeah, Glo!) Cuban on Cuban, my s— in layers, ho
(Yeah, Glo!) Say they get money, but I can't tell, ho
(Yeah, Glo!) Keep runnin' circles around these snail h—
(Yeah, Glo!) And my s— bumpin' up in the jail, ho

Big Glo, where you been at? Mane, everywhere, I'm workin' hard
Maybach and G-Wagon trucks, got M and M's in my garage
Quick to crank up on a h—, you b— better not get me started
Locked in with the gangstas and players, my folks gon' keep it solid
Everything I got on new, it look like I got renovated (ayy)
I'm cocky, b—, when I was just humble they didn't appreciate it (f— 'em)
Young wealthy and ratchet, I'm the hood b—' motivation (stamped it)
On top of the world now, they tried to underestimate me (haha)

Them b— fraudulent, you know you the truth
(Get 'em, Glo!) Stop overthinkin', these h— can't f— with you (period)
(Get 'em, Glo!) Standin' on business in these Chanel shoes
Before I let a h— play with me, I'll go eat some jail food, on gang

Stomp a lil' p— h— with some shell toes
(Yeah, Glo!) Slappin' rap b— and makin' bail, ho
(Yeah, Glo!) Two-tone Cartier match the nails, ho
(Yeah, Glo!) No competition, these b— stale, ho
(Yeah, Glo!) Cuban on Cuban, my s— in layers, ho
(Yeah, Glo!) Say they get money, but I can't tell, h—
(Yeah, Glo!) Keep runnin' circles around these snail h—
(Yeah, Glo!) And my s— bumpin' up in the jail, h—

Oh, gang (yeah, Glo!)
(Yeah, Glo!)

TGIF

GloRilla returns to form on "TGIF", a triumphant tune that sees the Memphis-born MC remind listeners of her lyrical prowess.

GloRilla
On gang, gang
Huh, huh, huh, huh (Chaii's hard)
Ayy

It's 7 p.m. Friday (yup)
It's 95 degrees (hoo)
I ain't got no n—, and no n— ain't got me (let's go)
I'm 'bout to show my ass (baow)
These n— love a freak (huh)
How the f— is that your man (huh?)
If he right here with me? (The f—?) (ayy)

Turnt up with my n— (ayy)
Turnt up with my b— (ayy)
Turnt up at my shows, yeah, cuzzo got that blicky (ayy)
60 thousand fans came to see me do my dance (huh)
Got a million and one haters, and they all can kiss my ass (mwah)

Turnt up with my n— (ayy)
Turnt up with my b— (ayy)
Turnt up at my shows, yeah, cuzzo right here with me (ayy)
Off a fifth of Hen', gettin' f— up with my twin
Got a Backwood full of Za' and a bankroll full of bands

All that-, all that Twitter typin', b— see me and ain't do nothin' (weak ass)
Crop top with some bikers shorts, I'm showin' off my moose knuckle (woo)
I'm feelin' good today (yeah)
I'm outside with your bae (uh-huh)
Got a brown skin n— with dreads (okay)
And a black-ass n— with waves (let's go) (ayy)

He gon' drop that neck (ayy)
He love the way I sex (ayy)
Fake nails, b— pressed (ayy)
So high, damn near wrecked (ayy)
I keep the p— fresh (ayy)
Yeezy shirt, I'm wet (ayy)
Who want smoke? Say what? (Ayy)
Hoe, get that off your chest (the f—?)

Turnt up with my n— (ayy)
Turnt up with my b— (ayy)
Turnt up at my shows, yeah, cuzzo got that blicky (ayy)
60 thousand fans came to see me do my dance (huh)
Got a million and one haters, and they all can kiss my ass (mwah)

It's 7 p.m. Friday (yup)
It's 95 degrees (hoo)
I ain't got no n—, and no n— ain't got me (let's go)
I'm 'bout to show my ass (baow)
These n— love a freak (huh)
How the f— is that your man (huh?)
If he right here with me? (Eugh)

Friday night, hot as hell, and you know the h— out (where they at?)
Mani-pedi, fresh set, and I got my toes out
I'm rockin' Off-White (hey), on a off night (uh-huh)
These b— with me pretty (yeah), and they all can fight, yeah (ayy)

F— you mean? 40 inches, 613 (hey)
I'm lookin' fine as hell (woo), I'm tryna be seen (duh)
I'm finna wreck the scene (huh), I'm off the 17' (hey)
Turnt up with my n— 'nem, watch me do my (ah, ah)

Turnt up with my n— (ayy)
Turnt up with my b— (ayy)
Turnt up at my shows, yeah, cuzzo got that blicky (ayy)
60 thousand fans came to see me do my dance (huh)
Got a million and one haters, and they all can kiss my ass (mwah)

It's 7 p.m. Friday (yup)
It's 95 degrees (hoo)
I ain't got no n—, and no n— ain't got me (let's go)
I'm 'bout to show my ass (baow)
These n— love a freak (eugh)
How the fuck is that your man (huh?)
If he right here with me?

Eugh, eugh, eugh, eugh, eugh, eugh

Tomorrow 2

It's a family affair on "Tomorrow 2" as cousins GloRilla and Cardi B shed light on their feuds with various adversaries and their loyalty to their various associates.

They say they don't f— with me (Cheese), but I say they can't f— with me
Just like the air, I'm everywhere, how you say it's up with me?

P-poppin' s—, you would think I went to school for chiropractin' (poppin')
Lookin' good as hell today, just sent my n— five attachments (look at this)
Why did you confront me 'bout a n—? Man, you b— backwards (stupid ass)
They come at me 'bout n— who I don't even find attractive (ugh)

I don't know that n—, I just seen him on the town before
I can't be up her face, I took her n— down before (nah)
When I lose a n—, I just pop out and go find some morе (easy)
Soon as I feel like my time get wastеd, then it's time to go (deuces)

They say they don't f— with me, but I say they can't f— with me (on gang)
Just like the air, I'm everywhere, how you say it's up with me (huh?)
Them b— should've stayed down, they could've been up with me (too bad)
But all they doin' is talkin' down, 'cause they can't get up with me (lame ass)

My ex f— on my old friend, both they ass some f— clowns (hahahaha)
Thinkin' that she got one up on me, she got my hand-me-downs (lame ass h—)
He thought he wasn't gon' have to stand on s—, like he was handicap (thought it was)
Make that n— stand on that, now his ass can't stand me now

High as f—, I'm lit, yuh, I don't smoke no swishers (nope)
Slidin' with my gang and 'nem, look at them like sisters (that's gang)
These b— be lettin' them go out sad about these n— (ugh)
I don't wanna hang with them, they don't handle business (they can't hang with us)

They be goin' for anything, but I can't go for none of that (none of that)
Why would I go chase you if I know you gon' come runnin' back? (F— dumb)
Cut everybody off, lately been feelin' like the lumberjack (f— 'em)
They really got me f— up, and I wasn't goin' for none of that (none of that)

She the type, the n— make her mad she go tweet somethin' (ugh)
Me, I'm kinda ratchet still so I'm the type to beat somethin' (beat 'em up)
I can't love you, baby, like your b— do, so don't leave her (keep that b—)
He gon' choose her every time 'cause it's cheaper to keep her (hahaha)

Can't say your name up in my songs, might not f— with you tomorrow (nah)
Can get my feelings hurt today, I won't give a f— tomorrow (that's just me)
Ain't f— up 'bout no credit score, I might be rich as f— tomorrow (duh)
Every day the sun won't shine, but that's why I love tomorrows

Ridin' with my twin and 'nem (skrrt), and we all look good as f— (gang)
She say she my opp but I don't know her, had to look her up (f— is you?)
I know that I'm rich, but I can't help it, b—, I'm hood as f— (woo)
I've been on these b— neck so long, sometimes my foot get stuck (ah)

I can't put you in my business (no), you might wish me dead tomorrow (yeah)
B— be on d— today, sing every word of "Up" tomorrow (go)
B—, I still got cases opened, keep your mouth shut tomorrow (shh)
Play with me today then get some sleep, you know it's up tomorrow (woo)

Fake b—, that's why my friend f— on your n— (ah-ha)
Both you b— p—, I think y'all should scissor (ah-ah-ah)
She bought a chain, I bought the same one, even bigger (b—, it's bigger)
She throwin' shots, that's how I know I got her triggered (ah)

I don't speak dog, ho (woof!), I don't care what no b— say (no)
I stay on her mind, I got condos in that b— head (ah)
She say she don't f— with me (who?), who said that you can, ho? (never)
That n— a munch and he gon' eat me like a mango

Long ass weave, it be ticklin' my ass crack (ah)
Wonder what I'll do tomorrow that these h— will be mad at (huh?)
All y'all b— sweet, and I always get my lick, boo (facts)
I-I fight for my b— and I'm fightin' over d— too (that, that, Cardi)

Can't say your name up in my songs, might not f— with you tomorrow (nah)
Can get my feelings hurt today, I won't give a f— tomorrow
Ain't f— up 'bout no credit score, I might be rich as f— tomorrow (duh)
Every day the sun won't shine, but that's why I love tomorrows

Can't say your name up in my songs, might not f— with you tomorrow (nah)
Can get my feelings hurt today, I won't give a f— tomorrow (that's just me)
Ain't f— up 'bout no credit score, I might be rich as f— tomorrow (duh)
Every day the sun won't shine, but that's why I love tomorrows