Mojave Wasteland ft. Kels Dead Lyrics

It's about that time just like Miles Davis

When I walk by every step be gracious

Hop ona plane on my way to Vegas

They say it's a dessert I'm the oasis

Ride

On the way to the fuckin west side

Big 100 spoke rims bitch we ride

Dice on the rear view, blunts got me fried

Burberry suits with the alligator hide

Yeah, what you mean? Like that

There go Los the pimp counting stacks

Bitch, get yo ass packed with my gat

1, 2 fingers off my glove, get slapped

1, 2 bullets out my 9 get clapped

1, 2 many fucking blunts, need a nap

Need a nap need a nap fuck...

Pull up let's just face it

This is another game

You can't play it

It's irrelevant

The way you made it

You can't save it

You can't fake it

It's outdated

You just hate it

But hold up

Let's just say it, say it

Experience is the best bet that you will ever see

One day you up 100 next day you down 70

I'm just tryna be the best that I could ever be

On-on my way with them wages

We just made it straight to Vegas

Poppin' cases we ain't chasing

In them tables getting aces

Bad ass bitch and she naked

It's the game and I'm in it for the taking

Taking

Hop back right in the table you know I'm all in

Put ya money on Azmatic we neva folding

Breaking down the doja, woods steady rolling

Coughed up a lung (Fuck) dope too potent

Hop back right in the table you know I'm all in

Put ya money on Azmatic we neva folding

Breaking down the doja, woods steady rolling

Coughed up a lung (Fuck) dope too potent