I am a g I Joe whit that poll like joey free my boy

walking true you block looking at the clock whit one in the head of the Glock Generation five I don't think you gone survive stay alive you think you slick In to I put in your lip blow your tip [Chorus] [I ain't gio I ain't Joe I am g I Joe whit that poll fall slow in the snow you can't never beat my heat fake pedifile fake whit a smile] [chorus] [poor joey got fucked up but his on fam free joey for ever the only real on in the family bless the kids hey g g you choose to wrong son] [verse#3]

[and Nate were gone give you some bait when you bite you might die send you to the sky naa snitch you ain't going there your going to hell your conscious already knew and Carma a bitch fuck a another pedifile