With “Get Ugly,” Lil Baby introduces the listener to the ambitious mood of My Turn, his sophomore album.

The song is produced by fellow Atlanta native ATL Jacob and finds Lil Baby rapping about how far he’s… Read More [Intro: Young Scooter]

ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

[Chorus]

It can get ugly (Huh)

Would you leave or stay like you love me?

From the bottom, all I know is the struggle

Can't get no job, so all I know is the hustle

[Verse 1]

Yeah, bankroll gettin' bigger (Nigga)

Empire gettin' built up, givin' racks to the right nigga

I can get a pack overnight, ain't nothin' like you niggas

Sippin' syrup 'til my body numb, I ain't tryna catch no feelings

I ain't never bite no nigga

She give me brain now 'cause I'm famous

I got these chains on, gettin' tangled

I'm in the big Benz, not a Wrangler

It's still a Jeep though, it ain't cheap, ho

I'm just happy they gon' free Rico

Dodgin' stank hoes and R.I.C.O.

On a Sprinter van with them Dracos

Probably ridin' around with Starlito

I'ma bust it down with my lil' bros

Buy cars for all of my kinfolk

If the sack ever did get low

God knows it's gon' be a robbery

Why the fuck everybody callin' me?

Everybody who left took a part of me

Excuse my drip, yeah, pardon me

Show me a list of who hard as me

[Chorus]

It can get ugly (Huh)

Would you leave or stay like you love me?

From the bottom, all I know is the struggle

Can't get no job, so all I know is the hustle

[Verse 2]

Right back after tour, ain't got time for no attitude

Why I cannot lose, feel like I had to do it

I'm in my savage mood, put a lil' back into it

Treat me with gratitude, I ain't no average dude

Need my rims offset like Cardi B

This might be my hardest beat

Put the blame on Pee, he started me

Got the game from Big, he guarded me

Coach threw me in, took me out the streets

Now I get racks to rap on beats

I still know plugs with packs for cheap

Killers owe favors, they'll whack for free

Never did fraud, I got cash receipts

Lotta niggas get they swag from me

Don't tell nobody 'bout bags from me

You were not in the street, you wouldn't last a week

My bitch so bad, I pass on freaks

I'm here 'cause my granny be prayin' for me

None of these niggas ain't playin' with me

Got hitters that'll sit in that can for me, yeah

[Chorus]

It can get ugly (Huh)

Would you leave or stay like you love me?

From the bottom, all I know is the struggle

Can't get no job, so all I know is the hustle, yeah