Daisha McBride - Get Ugly

{chorus}
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 (mumbles) think that’s funny?
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
I 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 3 on the east
I make the call they gon’ chop
Lotta 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 said he fan
So there’s a reason i visit atlanta won’t give it away but its all in the plan

Aye 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 is in my huddle
Don’t gotta rap about my body when i already caught a couple

{chorus}
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 (mumbles) think that’s funny?
You don’t want things to get ugly

{verse 2: nobigdyl.}
I think the neighbors think i’m selling dope
Which is kinda dope
Black man bought a home on a county road
Had a show in to it was kinda cold
Got a lot of hope, baby got a heart of gold

Me and d record the dope, we don’t sell it
I told sci-fy turn the bass up like we play in funkadelic
My ideas, you can’t see em, treat me like i’m wizard kelly
I just dodged a label, took my masters out the celly

I just turned the tables, called my pastor on his celly
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 its easter clothes, get it? imma leave it lone

I can’t sit around and tweet it i get at em when i see em
Ask my baby if she’s taken i look at you like i’m liam
This belongs in a museum
Keep it pretty
Please don’t send your newest song into my dm

{chorus}
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 (mumbles) think that’s funny?
You don’t want things to get ugly