RealBleeda - STEP 2K25 Remix Lyrics

      

STEP 2K25 Remix
by RealBleeda
feat. Fredo Bang

Intro: RealBleeda
Too deep in her belly
Too deep, too deep in in her, too deep in her—
I'm 'bout to put this shit
You know I'm gon' crack his fuckin' top (What up, DeMoe?)
Look

Verse 1: RealBleeda
Throw up a V wherever I'm at, you could be a hat
All that stuntin' in front them hoes gon' get your pussy ass bat
It take bread to go to war, say you got racks and I ain't whacked
You can run, but you can't hide, bro got the front, we got the back
They know that it be murder when I slide and that's a fact
I'm tryna turn you purple, steady surfin', like where you at?
You ever seen a nigga flat like a mat with his eyes missin'
It ain't no car, bro, that's a boat, look how the tires missin'
Uh, told that lil' bitch I shot from the side in it (Uh, uh)
You in the car with them lil' boys, you gon' get fried in it (Uh, uh)
Since they four deep, it's gon' be four homicides in it
When my cousin died, I was in that car, outside a house, I slept and cried in it
Then when they take his lick I put that bitch on his back
You know who killed your brother, nigga, stop all of the actin'
Get in the field and get a kill 'cause that business we gon' stand on
And I put belt to ass, I'm not the one to lay a hand on

Chorus: RealBleeda
And that's just the way I step, plus I heard how you dissed me, bitch, I'm takin' your breath
I'm booted up to the ceilin', bitch, I'm way up there
I went too deep in her belly and she couldn't stay up there
And that's just the way I step
Go to playin' like you crazy and get put on a shelf
Pussy clean with a bag and she take care of herself
Fuck what he said, knock off his head, he ain't gon' say nothin' else
I see the vison, nigga, why you got that gun and ain't gon' shoot it?
I don't get niggas, put bread on his top, they hit his kufi
Put us on that same block, I know they got the drop but ain't gon' use it
I let her roll up my opps while my fingers stuffed in her coochie

Verse 2: Fredo Bang
With my youngin work the wheelie like he drive Benz (Drive, drive)
Your lil' cousin, he was nothin', I spent like 5 bands (5 bands)
I walked in with my stick, look like a blind man (Blind, blind)
Metal hit him, all black, it's a fryin' pan (Bow)
Ay, and that's just the way I step (Okay)
All these niggas be my son, I get them bitches the belt (Okay)
Bangin' on your baby mama, she wan' meet up in there (Okay)
I told her tell her baby daddy that I love him to death (Brr)
Hit it where it hurt, I put that dick on his mammy
We be spinnin' out them windows, four-door Hondas and cameras
Free my dawg out them chains, he be shootin' just like Jango
They know it ain't a game, but you the type to get your mans gone

Chorus: RealBleeda
And that's just the way I step, plus I heard how you dissed me, bitch, I'm takin' your breath
I'm booted up to the ceilin', bitch, I'm way up there
I went too deep in her belly and she couldn't stay up there
And that's just the way I step
Go to playin' like you crazy and get put on a shelf
Pussy clean with a bag and she take care of herself
Fuck what he said, knock off his head, he ain't gon' say nothin' else
I see the vison, nigga, why you got that gun and ain't gon' shoot it?
I don't get niggas, put bread on his top, they hit his kufi
Put us on that same block, I know they got the drop but ain't gon' use it
I let her roll up my opps while my fingers stuffed in her coochie