Lyrics

This page features a collection of some Gucci Mane lyrics for everybody to check out. The lyrics were noted for five of his hottest tracks out right now. There are a total of five full Gucci Mane songs that the lyrics were added for you all to check up on. There may be some spelling and grammatical errors, but they were written below in order to help you follow along with his songs as you listen to them.

Ordering of the lyrics below:

1. Photo Shoot Lyrics


2. Bricks Lyrics


3. Slumber Lyrics


4. Stoopid Lyrics



5. Shirt Off Lyrics

1. Gucci Mane Photo Shoot Lyrics

• Like tommy lee and pamela I’m f**ckin on a camera
  
  More stamina than animals Gucci is no amateur
  
  Child who da damager can damage you and handle ya
  
  Two girls on my bike one on the back one on the handle bars
  
  Ferrari is 130 so I call that bitch tarantula
  
  Got Canada on calendar so shout out to my manager
  
  
  I walked up in South Africa I shot them bought four Acura
  
  I flip it like a spatula


• No I’m Not A College Boy, No I’m Not A College Boy
  
  I Am A So Icy Boy, I’m Tatted Like A Biker Boy
  
  Were the So Icey Gang
  
  Tatted Like A Biker Gang
  
  Dreaded up, redded up, Wetted up, Embeded up
  
  Bet, You Didn’t wanna bet
  
  
  Pull up in my Chevy Vette, Naw u ain’t ready yet
  
  Wetter that yo girl get
  
  Dolci bana, doce shades, dnt u wanna see da boy, see da boy, see da boy
  
  Come and take a polaroid, polaroid, camera flash, camera flash I see yo ass
  
  Lookin with yo lookin ass, so come and take a camera flash
  
  Jewlry game amazin, car game crazy
  
  Gucci man La Flare!


• [Chorus:]
  
  When I’m with my broad
  
  
  It’s a photo shoot
  
  When I hit the mall (mall, mall)
  
  It’s a photo shoot
  
  When I’m in da club
  
  It’s a photo shoot
  
  Gone get yo camera phone on
  
  It’s a photo shoot (yeahhhh)
  
  It’s a photo shoot (GIRL)
  
  It’s a photo shoot (GIRL)
  
  
  It’s a photo shoot (GIRL)
  
  It’s a photo shoot (GIRL)
  
  Gone get yo camera phone on
  
  It’s a photo shoot


• Photo game and chain man photo grabin memories
  
  I can f**k yo thing but I don’t f**k hoes in industry
  
  Gucci mane la flare cold icey you remember me
  
  Remember me from t.v turning on yo t.v
  
  Hip-hop police say they lookin out for me
  
  
  How you lookin after me u know I had a murder beat
  
  Yea I got a muder beat for just tryna get something to eat
  
  Me and my lil main squeeze give a nigga brain please
  
  Chain zone refrigerate watches on the refrigerator
  
  Red carpet shawty in the pop ritzy chasing me
  
  How they gone catch me I’m…


• [Chorus:]
  
  When I’m with my broad
  
  It’s a photo shoot
  
  
  When I hit the mall(mall, mall)
  
  It’s a photo shoot
  
  When I’m in da club
  
  It’s a photo shoot
  
  Gone get yo camera phone on
  
  It’s a photo shoot (yeahhhh)
  
  It’s a photo shoot (GIRL)
  
  It’s a photo shoot (GIRL)
  
  It’s a photo shoot (GIRL)
  
  
  It’s a photo shoot (GIRL)
  
  When I’m with yo girl everytime it’s a photo shoot
  
  Gone get yo camera phone on
  
  It’s a photo shoot

2. Gucci Mane Bricks Lyrics

• [Yo Gotti's Intro]
  
  It’s ya boy yo gotti
  
  
  Chea
  
  Gucci mane La Flare
  
  My nigga Ralph in here
  
  Zaytoven on the beat nigga
  
  And its a street nigga holiday
  
  My Nigga D.J Holiday
  
  Chea[Chorus]:
  
  Bricks
  
  All white bricks
  
  
  Off white bricks
  
  Light tan bricks
  
  Just hit a lick, For 50 more bricks
  
  Balling like a bitch, with all these bricks
  
  Bricks
  
  36 zips
  
  That’s a whole chick
  
  Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
  
  
  Yea that make sense
  
  Yea I make hits
  
  But I still take bricks
  
  

  [Gucci's 1st Verse]:
  
  So icy c.e.o, I’m a fool with the snow
  
  They think I’m puttin’ v.v.s jewels in the coke
  
  My watch a cool hundred, Paint-job a cold 20
  
  
  And after this flip I’m quittin’ the trap cold turkey, Sike!
  
  The pack in and I’m workin’
  
  Drought season in, charged ya ass a whole 30
  
  But right now you can get it for a low number
  
  The fish scale white, Same color my hummer
  
  Zone 6 polar bears never see summer
  
  It’s winter all year cuz the birds fly under
  
  
  95′ Air Max cuz I’m a dope runna’
  
  I’m ballin’ like an athlete but got no jumper I’ts

  
  

  [Chorus]:
  
  Bricks
  
  All white bricks
  
  
  Off white bricks
  
  Light tan bricks
  
  Just hit a lick
  
  For 50 more bricks
  
  Balling like a bitch, with all these bricks
  
  Bricks
  
  36 zips
  
  That’s a whole chick
  
  
  Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
  
  Yea that make sense
  
  Yea I make hits
  
  But I still take bricks

  
  

  [Yung Ralph's Verse]:
  
  I’m like a waitress in the trap I got somethin’ to serve
  
  That’s 16 bars, Same price for a bird
  
  
  What you need a bird?
  
  Or A Couple Pounds?
  
  I’m on Cleveland Ave, You know my side of town
  
  So many bricks i can build my own apartment
  
  Ya better a check, When ya come in my department
  
  Yes I break em’ down
  
  And I sell em’ whole, Try me watch ya whole crew fall like some dominoes
  
  
  I got a trap house
  
  And a trap car
  
  100,00 off a cap, That’s a trap star
  
  All this smoke got me feelin’ real nauseous
  
  Ridin’ with them bricks got me feelin’ real cautious

  
  
  

  [Chorus]:
  
  Bricks
  
  All white bricks
  
  Off white bricks
  
  Light tan bricks
  
  Just hit a lick
  
  For 50 more bricks
  
  Balling like a bitch, with all these bricks
  
  Bricks
  
  
  36 zips
  
  That’s a whole chick
  
  Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
  
  Yea that make sense
  
  Yea I make hits
  
  But I still take bricks

  
  

  [Yo Gotti's Verse]:
  
  Tony Montana, All I have in this world
  
  
  Is my 100 round chopper and my white girl
  
  Oil base bricks, Sh*t hard to cook
  
  Call the plug back, Tell him he got took
  
  Know what that mean? The sh*t free
  
  That mean none for him, And more for me
  
  I took somethin’, I’m gutta bitch
  
  Don’t trust me dog, This that North Memphis sh*t
  
  
  Old school, New Porsche
  
  Couple choppas just in case they wanna go to war bricks
  
  A.k.a my best friend
  
  28 inch rims call em’ grown men
  
  Dope stepped on, Call it step child
  
  I got that Slim Shady, We call it 8 Mile
  
  I’m from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown
  
  
  Gotti Street, And nigga that’s my brick house

  
  

  [Chorus]:
  
  Bricks
  
  All white bricks
  
  Off white bricks
  
  Light tan bricks
  
  Just hit a lick
  
  For 50 more bricks
  
  
  Balling like a bitch, with all these bricks
  
  Bricks
  
  36 zips
  
  That’s a whole chick
  
  Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
  
  Yea that make sense
  
  Yea I make hits
  
  But I still take bricks
  
  

3. Gucci Mane Slumber Lyrics

• (Gucci’s 1st Verse):
  
  Banana boat full of blow,
  
  banana clip to cut ya throat,
  
  banana dro come take a smoke,
  
  banana diamonds yellow stone,
  
  heavy snow that berry blow,
  
  
  that cherry coke got stupid dough,
  
  plenty mo you think I booked a
  
  hundred, shows i’m selling dope.
  
  I’m into wishin rolling kushin
  
  sippin lean and burnin piff, you
  
  gotta fifth I gotta pint you
  
  took a shot I took a sip. I plead
  
  the 5th ain’t saying sh*t go get
  
  
  my lawyer get him quick spent 80
  
  grand to beat a case I whipped it
  
  like my purple whip. I caught a
  
  hit like sosa did them killas
  
  blast ya house ya monkey, I got
  
  so much jewelry on me still you
  
  can’t take nothing from me. hook
  
  it up I cook it up and get some
  
  
  head while rolling blunts. water
  
  paint, water stain i’m lookin
  
  down she lookin up. beamer truck
  
  I rim it up spent 80 thou (400
  
  stones), she suck a d*ck while
  
  rollin blunt she keep the boss
  
  man bustin nuts. I get it off she
  
  get it up me and her both can’t
  
  
  get enough me in the go i’m in
  
  the go so tryna beat that p*ssy up.


• [Chorus]:
  
  WELCOME TO MY PRIVATE PARTY MORE HOES THAN A
  
  BACHELOR PARTY
  
  SMOKIN, DRANKIN, FREAKIN, SH*T CAN TURN INTO A
  
  SLUMBER PARTY
  
  YOU CAN’T MEET MY MAMA AH UH BUT HERE GO MY
  
  
  NUMBER SHAWTY
  
  WHEN YOU FEELIN FREAKY MAMA WE CAN HAVE A
  
  SLUMBER PARTY
  
  (A SLUMBER PARTY MAMA HAVE A SLUMBER PARTY)
  
  (YOU CAN’T MEET MY MAMA AH UH BUT HERE GO MY
  
  NUMBER SHAWTY)
  
  (WHEN YOU FEELIN FREAKY MAMA WE CAN HAVE A
  
  SLUMBER PARTY)
  
  
  (WE CAN HAVE A SLUMBER PARTY x2)
  
  

  (Gucci’s 2nd Verse):
  
  Her negligees are burberry
  
  her lingerie came very straight
  
  her oral sex is very wet, my sex so great she
  
  gainin weight
  
  I cook a cake she cook a steak, we three astates
  
  you section 8
  
  
  stay out her face she hardly date she f**kin
  
  gucci shawty damn
  
  everdays a ballin day just yesterday we bought a
  
  lake tomorrow
  
  bought us 2 camaros a 08 and a 68. we
  
  trappin fast with
  
  stupid cash so rap on with yo stupid as it’s
  
  GUCCI MANE no stupid ass I keep on making
  
  
  stupid cash

  
  

  [Chorus]:
  
  WELCOME TO MY PRIVATE PARTY MORE HOES THAN A
  
  BACHELOR PARTY
  
  SMOKIN, DRANKIN, FREAKIN, SH*T CAN TURN INTO A
  
  SLUMBER PARTY
  
  YOU CAN’T MEET MY MAMA AH UH BUT HERE GO MY
  
  NUMBER SHAWTY
  
  
  WHEN YOU FEELIN FREAKY MAMA WE CAN HAVE A
  
  SLUMBER PARTY
  
  (A SLUMBER PARTY MAMA HAVE A SLUMBER PARTY)
  
  (YOU CAN’T MEET MY MAMA AH UH BUT HERE GO MY
  
  NUMBER SHAWTY)
  
  (WHEN YOU FEELIN FREAKY MAMA WE CAN HAVE A
  
  SLUMBER PARTY)
  
  (WE CAN HAVE A SLUMBER PARTY x2)

  
  
  

  (Nicki Minaj’s Verse):
  
  Got that super soaker p*ssy pop like cola coca plus it’s tighter than a choka
  
  got em smilin like the joka got that na-na-na-na-na-na-na little mermaid on my linen when yo momma sleepin you can call me and get all up in it
  
  bank rolls gimmie all them pretty furs cause my p*ssy game cold when he hit it
  
  he say bur he say bur bur bur bur bur imma imma marry her and he play with that pur(pearl)
  
  like he strumgin his guitar that’s me i’am minaj i’am ni ni nicki minaj and if you want a
  
  
  menage keep a couple pretty boards look head game busy busy make a nigga dizzy dizzy
  
  bitch i’m at that slumber party sippin on that frizzy chrissy
  

4. Gucci Mane Stoopid Lyrics

• chea!!!
  
  yeah!!!
  
  yeah!!!
  
  Zay T on the track
  
  
  gucci mane la flare,so icy ent
  
  we back man(we still icy man)
  
  stoopid jewelry,stoopid gwap man
  
  gwapamoles on deck


• [Chorus]:
  
  see my chain stoopid,
  
  and my range stoopid,
  
  girl im not stoopid,
  
  but my knots stoopid,
  
  
  all sets stoopid,
  
  vvs stoopid,
  
  girl its gucci gucci
  
  and my diamonds fruity


• (First Verse):
  
  70 on my jacky baby,
  
  colored karat bracelet baby,
  
  patna spent bout 20 Gs,
  
  gucci dropped 380 baby,
  
  
  multi-color clarity,
  
  my necklaces are heavy mane,
  
  hit the club, then leave the club
  
  then come come back with another chain,
  
  mighty mouse is icy dog,
  
  bart simpsons just stoopid,
  
  yellow, blue, black, green and white,
  
  the diamonds match the groupies,
  
  digitally inhance the stones,
  
  
  pinkys like a movie,
  
  truly im a walking lick,
  
  gucci mane the talking brick,
  
  if you aint gonna talk no chickens,
  
  dog who u talkin 2,
  
  7:30 in the kitchen,
  
  nate-nate bout to go to school,
  
  saturday im cookin chickens mama bout to go to work,
  
  sunday gucci cookin chickens,
  
  
  granny bout to go to church


• [Chorus]:
  
  see my chain stoopid,
  
  and my range stoopid,
  
  girl im not stoopid,
  
  but my knots stoopid,
  
  all sets stoopid,
  
  vvs stoopid,
  
  girl its gucci gucci
  
  
  and my diamonds fruity


• (Second Verse):
  
  heavy rist activity(work),
  
  got me livin lovely,
  
  cocaina-heavenly,
  
  cocaina-shawty,
  
  breakin down 10 chickens dog,
  
  bout to cook the shake up,
  
  all these extra grams might as well go buy a jacob,
  
  
  gucci mane for mayor,
  
  gucci mane so player,
  
  reppin east atlanta thats 10 minutes from decatur,
  
  almost match our cars,
  
  and our belts gon match our gators,
  
  you cant swag like gucci,
  
  cuz you dont got enough flavor,
  
  heavy on the licorice,
  
  industry ridiculous,
  
  
  bitches im magnificent,
  
  im not very articulate,


• gucci watz the penalty shawty wants the business,
  
  every night is valentines,
  
  and every day is christmas (x2)


• [Chorus]:
  
  see my chain stoopid,
  
  and my range stoopid,
  
  girl im not stoopid,
  
  
  but my knots stoopid,
  
  all sets stoopid,
  
  vvs stoopid,
  
  girl its gucci gucci
  
  and my diamonds fruity


• (Final Verse):
  
  my girlfriend say she love me,
  
  but itz just the jewelry,
  
  multi-color karatz got ya girlfriend kinda curious,
  
  
  first i drop my verse,
  
  and then i go and drop the chorus,
  
  then im out the booth,
  
  back to the trap you know im mournin,
  
  trapped before we started,
  
  zaytoven record it,
  
  zay u chargin 30 like the gucci cant afford it,
  
  gucci charging 40 dog thats a couple birdies,
  
  gucci stoopid jewelry dog i dont think u heard it



• [Chorus]:
  
  see my chain stoopid,
  
  and my range stoopid,
  
  girl im not stoopid,
  
  but my knots stoopid,
  
  all sets stoopid,
  
  vvs stoopid,
  
  girl its gucci gucci
  
  and my diamonds fruity

5. Gucci Mane Shirt Off Lyrics

• [Chorus]:
  
  I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin x3
  
  So Icy Entertainment
  
  Got dammit I’m freezin
  
  My shirt off (Burr) x7
  
  My Shirt off (whoosh)x7



• (Freachie’s Verse 1):
  
  I’m tatted up come find me
  
  A hundred thou so icy
  
  We we poppin bottles
  
  Showin thug love
  
  If you act up in the club
  
  Then you knoe we throwin hollows
  
  Wut it dew partna
  
  
  Get to close I spark yha
  
  My wrist inside the club is like a highlighted marker
  
  On beats I’m a monster
  
  So icy I sponser
  
  This mary jane got on the war like nina parker
  
  I’m bout to kall Wakka
  
  Tell him bring the choppa (blat)
  
  F*ck Cee in the Dr
  
  
  He’ll be screamin like the opera
  
  It’s hot as hell I gotta take off my shirt
  
  My car my gurls love to wear skirts
  
  Paint color look like dirt
  
  No shirts in that 08′ Vert.


• [Chorus]:
  
  I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin x3
  
  
  So Icy Entertainment
  
  Got dammit I’m freezin
  
  My shirt off (Burr) x7
  
  My Shirt off (whoosh)x7


• (Whoo the Kid – 2nd Verse):
  
  Money doin sumthin to my ego
  
  More money I see I’m getting tatted like amigo (yea)
  
  
  White girl say she kan sniff a brick a day
  
  I tell her eat the cake eat the cake Anna Mae
  
  Go Go You betta clear the plate (yea)
  
  She said I think I’m dead (why)
  
  Kause I kant feel my face (yea)
  
  And she think she gettin dolla’s 4rm the kid
  
  All she get is hard d*ck in she swallowin my kids
  
  I knoe dey feelin me kause I’m movin like a “G” move
  
  
  In my red in black skirt & her brand new prada matchin my Evisu
  
  No wife beater so I’m showin off my sleeveless
  
  Art so I’m a call it goin with the breezes


• [Chorus]:
  
  I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin x3
  
  So Icy Entertainment
  
  Got dammit I’m freezin
  
  
  My shirt off (Burr) x7
  
  My Shirt off (whoosh)x7


• (Gucci Mane – 3rd Verse):
  
  61 deep
  
  No shirt no top (go)
  
  White chain bright lane
  
  Vvs white rocks blow
  
  I’m a work ov art mane
  
  
  I’ll crush yoor ice game
  
  Thousand dolla’s lite mane
  
  Need to rob a dice game
  
  Tatted like a white mane
  
  Party like a rock band
  
  Tha so icy bike game
  
  Makin lames tuck chains
  
  Got damn Gucci Mane
  
  
  You done did that shit again
  
  Goin knee deep in the earth so that you can have a chain
  
  My body wrote on like an ese
  
  But homie no Mexican
  
  So icy entertainment
  
  You kan write it on me mane
  
  In the center of the stage wif no tank top (no no)
  
  For the block I’m showin every tattoo I got (yeah)