Crunching Stoop-a-Loops

[Sony lyrics for "Crunching Stoop-a-Loops"]

[Verse 1]
Swear to god I'mma chop an unarmed
Unexpectic' pedestrian up in this bitch
Like it is Los Angeles turned Los Santos
Bitch, bet I'mma GT out in this bitch
Gee what you want homie?
A little puffy subatoms could get my motherfucking lungs boiling like it's Yucatán, shit! (These boys goin' lit!)
Nuclear content!
Spittin ice mad sharper than a full tang in Wu Tang concert
Full Contact, lock, stock two smokin' barrels in a pinky hue sunset
Here's my shit, I'm sellin seventy a piece
Insanity appears in full time bank
No more spare time, it's bed time
Not rappin', it's just satire
Instead Iron I'll sit 'u rappеrs on a top of burning pyre shit

[Bridge]
You gotta' do this shit man, you gotta' stop these mothеrfuckers

[Verse 2]
You gotta' put the dot at the end of the line
Holy rhymes offer blood I wanna make it divine
Outta route scoutin' I'm about to drop poundz of weight enough to set my guns to your house today
And everybody wanna part to play
Apart the pain that goes in my grandure design
Westcoaster not forced to slay it (Keep shit less ringing)
Or snortin' coke for the first time
O-oh my oh my worst part is that I gotta' lay low
'Cause i done got my flow on hold for a while
Been docile now I'll go wild
I'll go howl right by your house
And rile up your people and pry for a time, bitch I'm evil
And when I be least reckoned best be checkin'
I'll pounce on em all to the death in a split second