Sped Off Lyrics – RealBleeda, Raq Baby

Read the full Sped Off lyrics by RealBleeda and Raq Baby along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Realbleeda’s music, you can also explore PHELPS and STEP 2K25, two other songs by Realbleeda.

[Intro: RealBleeda]
(MercyBeatz, n!gga)
(Say, Juice, what type of juice you on?)
Baow

[Chorus: RealBleeda]
When I don’t pick up the phone, they tell me, “Call back” (Call back)
But when I was in front that store, they wasn’t calling (Uh, uh)
You know we get it up in blood, we don’t do no talking (Uh, uh)
Heard they crept and whacked my people, leave ’em in a coffin, yeah
Then we play around
Just know we knocked his dreads off, shot his partner leg off (Baow, baow)
Come across his brother, we gon’ knock the pu*sy head off (Come here)
If you can fix his face, I can give you 50K, that’s on my mama
Last n!gga got whacked, put him in the pack, did this s*it out the Honda

[Verse 1: RealBleeda]
I almost whacked a bird, left the b!tch in the jungle
He ain’t got no aim, he stunting
Fu*k it, let’s drop a honeybun and kill that boy, a promise
That’s my word to Your Honor
Don’t wan’ talk, that’s what my lawyer for, I think I put my heart in one (Put my heart in one)
Threes up (Threes up), ain’t kill nobody ’bout your partner, how you G’d up? (How you G’d up?)
We quick to wipe your fu*king nose and watch you freeze up (Watch you freeze up)
They left me and bro in the cold, but they gon’ need us (Watch, they need us)
Ain’t take they soul for nothing, they know the reason (They know the reason)
I’m up early, caught a sitting duck
My glizzy greased, from his head to his knees where we touched him up
And my brother got some s*it that rip through trees, I bet we fu*k him up
Uh, swang with that— you can go DC, we still gon’ bust you up (Bust you up)
Put that fire on him more than once, this time he done (This time he done)
It’s a Glock with a fifty in this b!tch, shoot like a tommy gun (Frrt, braow)
Drop the lo’, we gon’ blitz, but I promise you I’ma blind me one
This s*it a blessing and a curse, know on my soul, I hit the curb

[Chorus: RealBleeda]
When I don’t pick up the phone, they tell me, “Call back” (Call back)

But when I was in front that store, they wasn’t calling (Calling)
You know we get it up in blood, we don’t do no talking (Nah, nah)
Heard they crept and whacked my people, leave ’em in a coffin (Yeah, yeah)
Then we play around
Just know we knocked his dreads off, shot his partner leg off (Leg off)
Come across his brother, we gon’ knock the pu*sy head off (Head off)
If you can fix his face, I can give you 50K, that’s on my mama (On my mama)
Last n!gga got whacked, put him in the pack, did this s*it out the Honda (Uh)

[Verse 2: Raq Baby]
Last n!gga got whacked, put him on a mat, his family don’t want no drama
The bros wouldn’t let me rap if I ain’t have no hat, I did that, on my mama
He diss, then we gon’ get up on him
I don’t need no n!gga get in the car with me, I do it myself, I’m a loner
Signed my deal, started doing for everybody, you just called me a loner
I don’t wanna fu*k, lil’ b!tch, you for everybody, she can’t even get me a boner
Where the opp n!ggas at? They dead probably, I send lil’ bro to stomp ’em
Stuff d!ck in her mouth, she love, keep cumming
Whole lot of b!tch n!ggas died this summer
They make me mad, then we send a hundred
The flyest, I don’t need no pilot
Spend a lot of money on this jet, only RB gon’ drive it
Love that b!tch, she don’t need a helmet, see the d!ck, she ride it
Think you tough, you making disses, bring your ass outside then

[Chorus: RealBleeda]
When I don’t pick up the phone, they tell me, “Call back”
But when I was in front that store, they wasn’t calling (Uh, uh)
You know we get it up in blood, we don’t do no talking (Uh, uh)
Heard they crept and whacked my people, leave ’em in a coffin, yeah
Then we play around
Just know we knocked his dreads off, shot his partner leg off
Come across his brother, we gon’ knock the pu*sy head off (Come here)
If you can fix his face, I can give you 50K, that’s on my mama
Last n!gga got whacked, put him in the pack, did this s*it out the Honda (Uh)

[Outro]
(MercyBeatz, n!gga)
(Say, Juice, what type of juice you on?)