Get Ugly

Lyrics

[Intro: Daisha McBride] You don't want, you don't want, you don't want Yeah Yeah, yeah [Chorus: Daisha McBride] You don't want things to get ugly, it's like y'all want somethin' from me Popping off at the mouth, I guess your memory's fuzzy Things seem like it's sweet but, no, I ain't your buddy No, you won't see it coming, no, you won't see it coming You don't want things to get ugly, born south of Kentucky We might walk with a limp, we like the bass to be muddy Shouldn't worry about your motive if you say that you love me (You [?]) You don't want things to get ugly [Verse 1: Daisha McBride] I took a turn for the worst, but I'm back now The city heavy, carried it and threw my back out The same rappers I look up to on my tracks now Want all the smoke, you could say I'm getting hostile Somebody tell mama that her baby gon' pop Pick a side, pick a side, pick it quick, don't flop I got three on the east, make the call, they gon' chop Lot of things slowing down, but the pesos not I'll never be played by a man again, they ask who I'm with and I say the shenanigans Couple of exes and one is real toxic, trust me, I know how to handle him Just checked my DM, was chatting with Future, that ain't no cap, he say he a fan So there's a reason I visit Atlanta, won't give it away, but it's all in the plan And, real talk, I'm convinced that they don't listen when you humble I got Mississippi blood, was in the sticks with all my uncles My team is too elite, like Michael Jordan in my huddle Don't got to rap about my body when I already caught a couple [Chorus: Daisha McBride, nobigdyl.] You don't want things to get ugly, it's like y'all want somethin' from me Popping off at the mouth, I guess your memory's fuzzy Things seem like it's sweet but, no, I ain't your buddy No, you won't see it coming, no, you won't see it coming You don't want things to get ugly, born south of Kentucky We might walk with a limp, we like the bass to be muddy (Dyllie) Shouldn't worry about your motive if you say that you love me (You [?]) You don't want things to get ugly [Verse 2: nobigdyl.] I think the neighbors think I'm selling dope, which is kinda dope (Dope, dope) Black man bought a home on a county road (I did, I did) Had a show in TO, it was kinda cold Got a lot of hope, baby got a heart of gold (Eee!) Me and D record the dope, we don't sell it I told Sci-Fy "Turn the bass up" like we play in Funkadelic (Monkey!) My ideas, you can't see 'em, treat me like I'm Wizard Kelly (Kelly) I just dodged a label, took my masters out the celly (Celly) I just turned the tables, called my pastor on his cellie Asked him, "Could I kill the beat?" He told me, "Bleed it, leave it smelly" If He need it, He'll redeem it, get it resurrection-ready Put it in it's easter clothes, get it? I'mma leave it 'lone I can't sit around and tweet it, I get at 'em when I see 'em (Yeah) Ask my baby if she's taken, I look at you like I'm Liam (Neeson!) Yeah, this belongs in a museum Keep it pretty, please don't send your newest song into my DM [Chorus: Daisha McBride] You don't want things to get ugly, it's like y'all want somethin' from me Popping off at the mouth, I guess your memory's fuzzy Things seem like it's sweet but, no, I ain't your buddy No, you won't see it coming, no, you won't see it coming You don't want things to get ugly, born south of Kentucky We might walk with a limp, we like the bass to be muddy Shouldn't worry about your motive if you say that you love me (You [?]) You don't want things to get ugly