​nobigdyl., Daisha McBride - Get Ugly lyrics

You don’t want, you don't want
You don't want yeah
Yeah, yeah

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

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

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

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

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