Elysium
(Hey, Soulja!)
Elysium, bliss, yuh
Comme ci, comme ça
You know my niggas still sip the Wock
Popped that boy, that 50 pot
I'm getting money, no way it's a drought
I'm coming straight for the tippy-top
Freedom for the bros (She pop)
Two twin temples of stone (Yeah, yeah)
I just can't let your bitch go, nigga (Yeah, yeah)
I seen the sky when it was gold, nigga (Yeah, yeah)
I was in love but I ain't know it (Yeah, yeah)
Appearance of angels
Step on the white, its simple
If you open your eyes, you will go blind
.223 hit em, they mafuckin' flying
She in my DM like "Boy, you so fine"
"Your shit crack, yeah they need some right now"
Bitch get back here, get hit with that fire
Oh, yes, I just built an empire
Get this short bitch, fuck out the car
On my planet, it is two stars (Hahaha)
We stepped in like we was in charge
7.62 they split him apart
Hop on the beat then rip it apart
Hop on the beat, yeah, this is just art, yuh
Elysium, bliss, yuh
Comme ci, comme ça
You know my niggas still sip the Wock
Popped that boy, that 50 pot (Oh)
I'm getting money, no way it's a drought
I'm coming straight for the tippy-top
He wanna' clutch so I hopped in the front seat
Cut her out the lineup, she's too lovely
If we got a problem we turning it up-py
Turning the dial, this shit gon' get ugly
The bitch ate hallows, leave his ass chubby
I fucked two bitches but I am mono
Eight in the cut, yeah, it look like a lotto
Bitch folded up, yeah, just like a taco
Whipping it up, yeah, whipping the yacko
Stacking the bread, toting a donno
Came Mexiko, yeah that's my vato
If I hit a hoe, It is a model
Loadin' baby, yeah, for the drop-oh
Double 18, let's go play knockoff
Glock wit' a beam, that'll knock 'ya lil' top off
Shoot a nigga down and turn him to walk-off
Beat a nigga down and beat his lil' block off
I got the ice pack when it get hot out
Cut out the niggas that think that we owe them
Pussy nigga wanna slide down, just blow him
Turn a lil' pussy nigga to a damn donor
She is a snow bunny, yeah, like Madonna
She want me back now but I can't call her
Call her, call her
Hell yeah, I'm seeing colors right now
Hell yeah, I'm having visions of my brothers (Yuh)
Hell yeah, I'm seeing black right now
I'm seeing past the moon and the stars oh, yeah, yeah
That's how I'm feeling right now
And you know I can't cap,
You already five grams and you a dealer right now
It's a whole world, on my own planet
I'm not even kidding right now
Every time I slide in this hoe, she put dick in her mouth
You know I swim, just like a trout (Yuh)
Swim to the brim, is this allowed? (Yuh)
And she a meal, I eat her out
Go get the kill, nigga don't foul (Yuh)
Elysium, yeah, I'm coming off the pick and roll (Yuh)
Yeah, you know that I'm so T'd, bro
Save yo' bitch, yes .50 blow
Elysium, bliss, ya
Elysium, bliss, ya
Elysium, bliss, yuh
Comme ci, comme ça
You know my niggas still sip the Wock
Popped that boy, that 50 pot
I'm getting money, no way it's a drought
I'm coming straight for the tippy-top
Freedom for the bros (She pop)
Two twin temples of stone (Yeah, yeah)
I just can't let your bitch go, nigga (Yeah, yeah)
I seen the sky when it was gold, nigga (Yeah, yeah)
I was in love but I ain't know it (Yeah, yeah)
Appearance of angels
Step on the white, its simple
If you open your eyes, you will go blind
.223 hit em, they mafuckin' flying
She in my DM like "Boy, you so fine"
"Your shit crack, yeah they need some right now"
Bitch get back here, get hit with that fire
Oh, yes, I just built an empire
Get this short bitch, fuck out the car
On my planet, it is two stars (Hahaha)
We stepped in like we was in charge
7.62 they split him apart
Hop on the beat then rip it apart
Hop on the beat, yeah, this is just art, yuh
Elysium, bliss, yuh
Comme ci, comme ça
You know my niggas still sip the Wock
Popped that boy, that 50 pot (Oh)
I'm getting money, no way it's a drought
I'm coming straight for the tippy-top
He wanna' clutch so I hopped in the front seat
Cut her out the lineup, she's too lovely
If we got a problem we turning it up-py
Turning the dial, this shit gon' get ugly
The bitch ate hallows, leave his ass chubby
I fucked two bitches but I am mono
Eight in the cut, yeah, it look like a lotto
Bitch folded up, yeah, just like a taco
Whipping it up, yeah, whipping the yacko
Stacking the bread, toting a donno
Came Mexiko, yeah that's my vato
If I hit a hoe, It is a model
Loadin' baby, yeah, for the drop-oh
Double 18, let's go play knockoff
Glock wit' a beam, that'll knock 'ya lil' top off
Shoot a nigga down and turn him to walk-off
Beat a nigga down and beat his lil' block off
I got the ice pack when it get hot out
Cut out the niggas that think that we owe them
Pussy nigga wanna slide down, just blow him
Turn a lil' pussy nigga to a damn donor
She is a snow bunny, yeah, like Madonna
She want me back now but I can't call her
Call her, call her
Hell yeah, I'm seeing colors right now
Hell yeah, I'm having visions of my brothers (Yuh)
Hell yeah, I'm seeing black right now
I'm seeing past the moon and the stars oh, yeah, yeah
That's how I'm feeling right now
And you know I can't cap,
You already five grams and you a dealer right now
It's a whole world, on my own planet
I'm not even kidding right now
Every time I slide in this hoe, she put dick in her mouth
You know I swim, just like a trout (Yuh)
Swim to the brim, is this allowed? (Yuh)
And she a meal, I eat her out
Go get the kill, nigga don't foul (Yuh)
Elysium, yeah, I'm coming off the pick and roll (Yuh)
Yeah, you know that I'm so T'd, bro
Save yo' bitch, yes .50 blow
Elysium, bliss, ya
Elysium, bliss, ya
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Writer(s): Matthew Isaiah Carson
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