Lyrics Mud On The Leaves - Rob Ace

3 states, 1 day, 2 times
I'm getting used to cross state lines
I'm fucking with her she mine
She in my whip getting high and fine

Don't run from issues I solve them
I saw Ms in the Ps In Harlem
Heights we was lit in apartments
My niggas still on the block, I'm an Artist
Pulling up in that hoe even carless
I was still lit from the day shit started
This game I play my hardest
Shorty fucked up and that's why I'm heartless
3.5 black backwood
treating her good is a dub, she mad hood
Uptown, all in a bad hood
Pretty little shorty OT gon act good
And my dad said he tried show me the way but this street shit was what I chose
I was outside with a street bitch made me realize that I ain't want no hoe
I came from nothing she shitted on me when I had no job or bread
Like bitch forgot who I was
She a bop on the bus trynna give me head
This life don't come too easy
I don't want TikTok bitches they cheesy
I got the vision like Nitti
Gucci and Glue in my blunt that's GG
Niggas on dick on mentions
I'm getting rich even with no pension
Don't want lames in my section
That ain't my ho no more she pathetic
I can't claim that bitch
I'm bugging she mid can't save that bitch
I ain't paying no bills trynna tame that bitch
If shit went wrong I blame that bitch
Shorty so tiny I'm all in her stomach
Go on a drive and I'm back to a 100
Brooklyn East New York, I'm thugging
Take flights, give pipe, not cuffing
I don't chase women I'm winning in Chase
Shark in that water I feel like a BAPE
I'm making money I feel like I'm Mase

3 states, 1 day, 2 times
I'm getting used to cross state lines
I'm fucking with her she mine
She in my whip getting high and fine

Mud on the leaves
Mud on the leaves
Mud on the leaves
Mud on the leaves