STEP 2K25 lyrics

[Intro: RealBleeda]
Too deep in her belly
Too deep
Too deep in her
Too deep in her
Whole lot of Bleeda sh*t
You know a n*gga gon' crack your f*ckin' top, lil' boy, you play (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 pus*y 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 n*gga 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' b*tch I'm shot from the side in it (Uh, uh)
You in the car with them lil' boys, you gon' gеt fried in it (Uh, uh)
Since they four deep, it's gon' bе four homicides, in it
When my cousin died, I was in that car, outside a house, I slept and cried in it
And wouldn't take his lick I put that b*tch on his back
You know who killed your brother, n*gga, stop overeacting
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 him
[Chorus: RealBleeda]
And that's just the way I step, plus I heard how you dissed me, b*tch, I'm takin' your breath
I'm booted up to the ceilin', b*tch, I'm way up there
I— 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
pus*y clean with a bag and she take care herself
f*ck what he said, knock off his head, he ain't gon' say nothin' else
I see a b*tch n*gga, why you got that gun and ain't gon' shoot it?
I don't get n*ggas, 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: BabyChiefDoit]
Monday to Sunday, X pill beatin' me (Monday)
I'm not sh*t, that's why my ho keep leavin' me (She gone)
The ho keep treatin' me, she tellin' me she hate it here (What?)
It ain't gotta be smoke, but, n*gga, we can take it there (We can take it there)
Stop muggin', I would hate to crack a face in here
Spinnin' every party, hopin' that we can catch a face in here (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Try me, I triple dare, she cheated but I didn't care (I ain't give a f*ck, I ain't give a f*ck)
I got problems and I know it, I'm self aware (Self aware)
Know that I like sayin' b*tch, what the f*ck you thinkin', b*tch?
You just got from out the shower, why the f*ck you stankin' b*tch
I think you a janky b*tch, a whole hanky panky b*tch
Why you askin' if I'm sober, f*ck you think I'm fakin', b*tch?
[Chorus: RealBleeda]
And that's just the way I step, plus I heard how you dissed me, b*tch, I'm takin' your breath
I'm booted up to the ceilin', b*tch, 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
pus*y clean with a bag and she take care herself
f*ck what he said, knock off his head, he ain't gon' say nothin' else
I see a b*tch n*gga, why you got that gun and ain't gon' shoot it?
I don't get n*ggas, 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