STEP 2K25 Remix Lyrics – RealBleeda

STEP 2K25 Remix Lyrics Meaning

[Intro: RealBleeda]
RealBleeda starts the track off by talking about a s*xual encounter in a bold, graphic way, just setting the vibe with raw energy. Then he quickly flips into a violent mindset, saying he’s ready to handle business and hurt someone—“crack his top” basically means taking someone out. He’s coming in confident, angry, and ready for action, giving a shout-out to DeMoe right before diving in.

[Verse 1: RealBleeda]
He’s throwing up his set wherever he goes, showing he’s proud of where he’s from, but also warning that if someone’s repping the wrong side, it could end badly. He’s calling out people who show off in front of women, saying that kind of behavior can get them hurt. He talks about how going to war takes money, and if someone claims they’ve got cash but hasn’t handled their business, they’re not legit in his eyes.

He explains how he and his people move smart—they’ve got every angle covered, so if someone tries to run, they’ll still get caught. When he slides (goes out looking for enemies), it’s deadly, and he’s not hiding that fact. He’s looking to leave someone in a brutal state, painting a graphic picture of violence. That “boat” reference is a way of saying the ride is so heavy and tricked out it doesn’t even look like a car anymore.

He also talks about shooting from the side, catching people off guard, and warning others that if they’re caught riding with certain folks, they’ll get caught in the crossfire too. He remembers the pain of losing his cousin, crying in the car where it happened, and now he’s out for payback. He’s saying stop pretending, stop talking, and go take care of the situation like a real one. He’s standing on his code and isn’t afraid to discipline—he’s serious, aggressive, and not the one to play with.

[Chorus: RealBleeda]
He’s saying straight up—that’s just how he moves. If someone disses him, he’s not gonna let it slide; he’ll come for them. He’s high off something and feeling like he’s on another level, both mentally and physically. The line about going too deep in her belly ties back to his earlier s*xual brags, and it’s his way of flexing dominance again.

If someone acts wild or starts trouble, they’ll get shut down quick—“put on a shelf” meaning taken out or silenced. Then he switches gears again, admiring a woman who’s got it all together—she’s clean, got her own money, and takes care of herself, which he respects. But then, right back to the violence, he talks about silencing someone permanently and questions people who carry guns but never use them. He doesn’t understand that kind of behavior.

He also brings up putting money on someone’s head—basically hiring someone to handle it—and throws shade at the enemy who knows where they are but still won’t act. In the last line, he blends the s*xual and the violent again, having his girl roll up their enemies’ names (maybe a symbolic ritual or smoking reference), while he’s intimately involved with her, showing how he mixes pleasure and payback without blinking.

[Verse 2: Fredo Bang]
Fredo jumps in riding with the same energy. He talks about his younger guy driving recklessly, like he’s pushing a Benz, and how he spent a lot of money after taking out someone’s cousin, basically saying it was nothing to him. He walks in armed, and the cane-like “stick” makes him look like a blind man—but really, it’s a weapon, and he’s far from helpless.

When the metal hits someone, it leaves them cooked—“frying pan” is a harsh way of saying the bullets did real damage. Then he echoes the chorus—this is just how he moves. Everyone copying him is like his kid, and he’s ready to discipline them too. Then he says something wild—he’s messing with someone’s baby mama, and even jokes about telling her baby daddy he loves him, clearly being disrespectful on purpose.

He keeps poking where it hurts—literally—saying he even went for someone’s mom. Then he paints a picture of his crew riding around with weapons, ready to go, using normal cars like Hondas but turning them into dangerous tools. He shouts out his homie in jail, comparing his shooting skills to Django from the movie. He wraps it up by saying this isn’t a game, and accuses his enemy of being the type who gets their own people killed instead of stepping up themselves.

[Chorus: RealBleeda]
RealBleeda brings it back with the same hard-hitting hook. He’s still furious over being disrespected and vows to take someone’s life over it. He’s high, elevated, and out of reach. He brags again about his bedroom power move and how the woman couldn’t even handle it.

Same message comes back: if you act out, you’re getting taken out. He shouts out a woman who’s got her own thing going on, not needing anyone, and that’s something he likes. But then the switch flips again—he’s ready to kill, and he’s done talking.

He can’t understand dudes who carry weapons but never use them, calling that out as fake behavior. He’s got people ready to handle things for money, and he knows his enemies know where he is, but they still won’t do anything about it. In the end, while his girl is smoking his enemies in a metaphorical sense, he’s got his hands on her, blending danger, dominance, and desire in the same moment.