[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