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jose guapo - is you mad lyrics

[intro: quavo]
yeah!
migo!
xvl!

[hook: quavo]
is you mad ‘cuz we walk around like the secret service?(huuh?)
we walk around wit’ ’em out in public and we do it on purpose (rraaw!)
we move like obama(obama!)
pull up on guapo osama (osama!bin laden!)
that how we move migo gang, xvl millionaire (m&m!!)
is you mad ‘cuz we walk around like the secret service?(is you mad?)
we walk around wit’ ’em out in public and we do it on purpose
we move like obama(obama!)
pull up on guapo osama (bin laden!)
that how we move migo gang, xvl millionaire (m&m!!)

[verse 1: quavo]
don’t be offended ‘cuz i move like a lieutenant
i move in silence dawg, unless a n-gg- talkin’ business
just play it cool, you need to sit down and make boss moves
i started gettin’ money when a n-gg- dropped outta high school
now my wrist in water like a typhoon and i stay stay surrounded by a hunnid goons
i’m worth a million, gotta play by the rules
if you want a tommy gotta p-ss a tool(rraaw!)
now i gotta realize that i gotta move like the president
100 sticks in my mansion residence
when i shoot you, know i’m innocent
i ain’t know when a n-gg- blowed, had to walk around like i’m 50 cent
20 chains on me, 50 thousand cash all on me, momma said i’m a walkin’ lick
but i dont give a sh-t
they see the sticks
feel like i got spidey senses, i see the f-ck sh-t (i see the f-ck sh-t! uh! go!)

[hook: quavo]
is you mad ‘cuz we walk around like the secret service?(huuh?)
we walk around wit’ ’em out in public and we do it on purpose (rraaw!)
we move like obama(obama!)
pull up on guapo osama (osama!bin laden!)
that how we move migo gang, xvl millionaire (m&m!!)
is you mad ‘cuz we walk around like the secret service?(is you mad?)
we walk around wit’ ’em out in public and we do it on purpose
we move like obama(obama!)
pull up on guapo osama (bin laden!)
(young guapo! young guapo! is you mad??)
that how we move migo gang, xvl millionaire (m&m!!)

[verse 2: jose guapo]
let’s get it!!
we all about money
pull up on you like the russians
n-gg-s they thinkin’ they sweet, but we ain’t goin’ for nothin’
(nothin!!!!)
i can turn nothin’ to somethin’
i’m talkin’ a six to a hunnid
i want the ‘rari not the honda
why you think they call me osama? (osama!)
p-ssy n-gg- don’t acknowledge me
millionaire, no thousand sh-t
they tryna bring the beast outta me
i’m bossed up, now accomplished sh-t
you ain’t gotta change for a hunnid
you a little petty little busta
hoes start screamin’ who want it, that’s when them [??} come bust ya’
hoppin’ out wit’ guns you never seen
30 clips, yeah the magazine
sippin’ lean, i’m a codeine fiend
racks in my balmain jeans
talkin’ out the side of yo neck will get a red dot on yo head
we hear about it in the streets, homie popped up dead
(know that!!)

[hook: quavo]
is you mad ‘cuz we walk around like the secret service?(huuh?go!)
we walk around wit’ ’em out in public and we do it on purpose (rraaw!)
we move like obama(obama!)
pull up on guapo osama (osama!bin laden!)
that how we move migo gang, xvl millionaire (m&m!!)
is you mad ‘cuz we walk around like the secret service?(is you mad?)
we walk around wit’ ’em out in public and we do it on purpose
we move like obama(obama!)
pull up on guapo osama (bin laden!)
that how we move migo gang, xvl millionaire (m&m!!)

[verse 3:offset]
migo we stay with the drummers
you gotta protect yoself like a condom
they know that offset is abnormal(set!)
stupid rollie, it got fifty pointers(stupid!)
secret service my young n-gg-s on percs
but when they on molly they actin’ worse
if you think its a verse you can come on my turf
uzi, we coolin’, might shake up the earth
kool-aid stains on yo muf-ckin’ shirt(graw!)
osama bin guapo, he rockin’ the turf
make ’em see all these choppers, make a young n-gg- nervous
gotta p-ssy, he need to f-cked, he up first
i ain’t got no time to be fightin’ no n-gg-
i ain’t got no time to be scufflin’ witcha
doin’ no talkin’, no discussion n-gg-
you a feather and we pluckin’ n-gg-s
xvl, migo gang the cartel
crack cocaine, loubiton, fishscale
dope on the scale, this the story i tell
bullets on a n-gg-, burn a n-gg- like h-ll
uhh! only trustin’ my family, ain’t no betrayal
dont come over here
helicopter chopper make you prepare (rraw!rraw!)

- jose guapo lyrics

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