Rack5 - I Wanna lyrics

(Elvis) i wanna, I wanna (I wanna, I wanna)
I wanna, I wanna (Yozora)
I wanna, I wanna (I wanna)
Blu-blu-bluwuu (I wanna, I wanna)
(Run that up, Rico)
I want a brand new pack this winter
I made your olders them turn victims
I wanna squeeze my index fingers
I made your mum feel pain that lingers
(Vinny, are you recording?)

I wanna see all my opps in Rizla
I'll put a shot in his throat like liquor
I was young when I slapped that spinner
Turned big man, and I still pull triggers
3 YK, got him locked, my driller (Free em)
I swear Dirty a real life ripper
Done it with chingers, done it with spinners
Done it in cabs, and done it in dingers
(Bap, bap)
Say, "We don't kill shit, " that's good
Say it louder, so that 12 don't look
I believe what I know to be true
In the streets, real nigga, I go by the book
I come up as a half way crook
When I was hungry, everyone got took
Now, look all the talk on my name sounds good
When we go on scores
And my proofs in the pud
On your block, they're shook
Nobody ain't safe at night, Suge
On my block, I'm good, got beef in the hood
Not cool like Pan and Hook
Don't get it misunderstood
If I give green lights
Then it's all understood
On my block, got your jewels them took
And I wish I was there 'cah I woulda partook
Try step and get stepped on
When it got pressed on
Times I was young like Teflon
Stepped in and it went off one got a wet top
I watched his friends them jet off
I see them run when one got let off
One try run, got bun then fell off
(Baow, baow)
Old friends turn into opps then get lost
They ain't get far, then get shot
Get dropped

I wanna brand new pack this winter
(I wanna, I wanna)
I made your olders them turn victims
I wanna squeeze my index fingers
(I wanna, I wanna)
I made your mum feel pain that lingers
I wanna brand new pack this winter
(I wanna, I wanna)
I made your olders them turn victims
I wanna squeeze my index fingers
(I wanna, I wanna)
I made your mum feel pain that lingers (Blu)

I stepped out twinnin'
But only used one of them
Tried and failed, death was the punishment
War with the police, war with the government
War with the opps
I'm still tryna trouble them (All now)
Try run 'til he buckled
Got left in the puddle
Then couldn't get up again (yeah)
He knew that he was in trouble when
He sees the barrels are doublin' (Doublin')
Cheffed up more than a couple
They know that I'm trouble
Have family sufferin' (Sufferin')
My knife had flesh and blood on it
Same way, in jail, my sock', had a plug in it
And that talk on the net, ain't cuttin' it
Fuck Teewizz, get his arse and shovel him
In the T, I got Yola bubblin'
Fuck all my opps, they're broke
They're strugglin'

I wanna, I wanna
I wanna brand new pack this winter
I wanna, I wanna
I wanna squeeze my index fingers
I wanna, I wanna
I made your olders them turn victims
I wanna, I wanna
I made your mum feel pain that lingers

(Elvis) i wanna, I wanna
I wanna, I wanna (Yozora)
I wanna, I wanna