Restart lyrics

by

Slayer


[Intro]
These n*ggas so soft, man, they not on nothing
You ain't really go to war, you was having fun
Coming in with a stick, came in with drums
We live by the code, we live by the gun
n*gga speak on Faygo, watch your tongue
Chopper bullet going straight for your lung
Yeah, that money got a n*gga in love
Man, I can make a smart b*tch go dumb
(Y2, is that you?)
(Faygo, are you out of your goddamn mind?)
(You slayed this one)
(We missed you, Faygo)

[Chorus]
I'm a rockstar (Sheesh)
I'ma rock out when I shoot that chopper (Ayy)
n*gga play, then he gon' need a doctor
My lil' n*gga beat a n*gga like a boxer
Man, I can't believe that I really lost her (Yeah)
Why you actin'? Girl, you need an Oscar (Yeah)
Who is you foolin'? Lil' bro, you is not hard
She like, "Faygo need to stay off the Wockhardt"
Good gas make a young n*gga restart (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Swear that I just wanna reach the stars
Yeah, lil' Faygo, need to play your part
No, baby, I cannot see in the dark
Need some goddamn light
Yeah, we gonna be alright
Yeah, we gonna be okay (Blatt)
I can never bend, no, a n*gga can't break
Baby, hit my line, let's make something shake (Yeah)
Let's make something shake (Yeah, yeah)
Had to get off my ass and make some cake (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Damn, I don't need a goddamn dime, nah, n*gga, I'm straight
How can I trust you, b*tch, when I seen both of your faces? (Hey)
This sh*t takes patience
Yeah, pay
She begging me to stay
Lil' n*gga, I can't go that way
Came in with my K (Blatt)
Let it spray
You want me, you gotta wait
Lil' n*gga, this can go two ways
[Chorus]
I'm a rockstar (Sheesh)
I'ma rock out when I shoot that chopper (Ayy)
n*gga play, then he gon' need a doctor
My lil' n*gga beat a n*gga like a boxer
Man, I can't believe that I really lost her (Yeah)
Why you actin'? Girl, you need an Oscar (Yeah)
Who is you foolin'? Lil' bro, you is not hard
She like, "Faygo need to stay off the Wockhardt"
Good gas make a young n*gga restart (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Shoot at these n*ggas like (Yeah, yeah)
Flex on these n*ggas like (Yeah, yeah)
When I hit from the back she like, "Hell yeah" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
n*gga, I start tweaking when I pour up
Yeah, I can't make this up
Man, I don't give a f*ck 'bout these n*ggas, so what?
These n*ggas so soft, man, they not on nothing
You ain't really go to war, you was having fun
Coming in with a stick, came in with drums
We live by the code, we live by the gun
n*gga speak on Faygo, watch your tongue
Chopper bullet going straight for your lung
Yeah, that money got a n*gga in love
Man, I can make a smart b*tch go dumb (Yeah)
[Outro]
Young n*gga restart (Yeah, yeah)
Shoot at these n*ggas like (Yeah, yeah)
Flex on these n*ggas like (Yeah, yeah)
When I hit from the back, she like, "Hell yeah" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
n*gga, I start tweaking when I pour up
Yeah, I can't make this up
Man, I don't give a f*ck 'bout these n*ggas, so what?
These n*ggas so soft, man, they not on nothing
You ain't really go to war, you was having fun
Coming in with a stick, came in with drums (Faygo, are you out of your goddamn mind?)
We live by the code, we live by the gun
n*gga speak on Faygo, watch your tongue
Chopper bullet going straight for your lung
Yeah, that money got a n*gga in—
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