GD (Fairy Remix)

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm a GD (Yup, yup)
Bitch, I'm a GD (Yup, yup)
Bitch, I'm a GD (Yup, yup)
Bitch, I'm a GD (Yup, yup)
Up a pitchfork, when I'm pissed off
Grab the .40, get him picked off
That's on Larry, get him picked off
That's on Larry

[Verse 1: Baby Gee]
From the grave up to Riverdale, Riverdale to Til
From the Til to the Line every nigga keep a steel
If you thinkin' that they won't, I could tell you that they will
Keep a Makk with a MAC, swear that nigga love to drill
From the roads to the Rock, free the G's in the spot
Free Bucks, free Mell, free Nas, free Dot
Use to have to tuck the rod but now we leavin' with the Glock
I ain't tryna do it to him but I think niggas forgot
I just loaded up and I'm hopin' that we hit
Got the D's on my body tryna catch me in a pic'
Brodie on the sideline watchin' with the stick
Brodie gave a side-eye, niggas 'bout to click
Money on his head, man, it happened so quick
Tossed G's like twenty, shit, he thought it was a trick
Clean or it's dirty either way I'm in mix
Loadin' up a thirty I was prayin' I won't trip
Who you see me with is only who I'm in the mood for
Lil' thick bitch, always see me with a cool whore
Never trick shit, wouldn't see us at the Lou' store
Couple quick flips I bet the backends if lose more
On bro, I need a fairy, where the hoes at?
Bad bitch, she wanna party where the Choo's at
Hella high, I'm like "Hi, where the roads at?"
She told me "Eat it"
I'm like, "Beat it, where your rose at?"

[Verse 2: NasFrmDaTil]
We gon' double back if foenem miss, we need the toe tag
Ghetto fairy, put my G up in her tote bag
Hoppin' in that V we hit for road, like, where the smoke at?
Garvey, Tilden or Riv', she be chillin' where the Folks at
Lot of Blixkies, [?] where the [?] at? (Where the [?] at?)
Any bad bitch that I want I'ma tear that (I'ma tear that)
Brownsville, Choo shit, it's where the RAM's at (Where the RAM's at)
Niggas trollin' with no hits and I can't stand that (What the fuck?)
Like, for real, they got me pissed off (Got me pissed off)
Bougie bitch from outta state she up the pitchforks (She up the pitchforks)
Purple gettin' poured, like what you think we got the 'scripts for? (Got the 'scripts for?)
You mention Folks, we hit his face and get him shipped off (Like)
We been ballin' since the tip-off
Fucked a baddie bitch, for extra grip she kick the Ricks off (Kick the Ricks off)
I get crafty with the pieces like I'm Jigsaw
Got a plug in Texas made a killin' off of fentanyl (Folks)

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm a GD (Yup, yup)
Bitch, I'm a GD (Yup, yup)
Bitch, I'm a GD (Yup, yup)
Bitch, I'm a GD (Yup, yup)
Up a pitchfork, when I'm pissed off
Grab the .40, get him picked off
That's on Larry, get him picked off
That's on Larry