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Foot Potential
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Foot Potential was released on March 8, 2024 by Now & Forever/Santa Anna as a part of the album Grimey Loc Risk Taker
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Release DateMarch 8, 2024
LabelNow & Forever/Santa Anna
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GmoneyDt
GmoneyDt
Performer
Angel Jimenez
Angel Jimenez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angel Jimenez
Angel Jimenez
Lyrics
Steven Reveal
Steven Reveal
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Angel Jimenez
Angel Jimenez
Mixing Engineer
27CLUB
27CLUB
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy
Gang, gang
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
That's what everybody say
Gang
Free the real
(Ooh, 27CLUB)
Ayy
Two wrongs don't make a right, that's what everybody say
I don't care how real you say you is, everybody fake
He can't afford it but wanna flex so his jewelry fake
After we fuck you gotta leave, bitch, you know you can't stay
He'd be lyin' if he say he ain't never heard my name
Me and Smitty Five on a skit, that's like Steph and Klay
Walk him down literally, I'm like ten steps away
Free the gang who fightin' bodies that got sent away
Trophied-up young ****, bitch, I'm bouncin' out a spaceship
**** don't bend blocks but politicin', always sayin' shit
Just signed a deal, ain't shit changed, I'm still takin' trips
If my feats can't bring the trap, I'ma replace the bitch
Doin' 190 inside this Benz, I almost crashed it
They ask me how I feel to be a joint, it feel fantastic
Nothin' I do average, guns get to clappin'
Your gums always yappin', but guns ain't never clappin'
Ayy, baby, I'm just askin' for it, I'm ridin' somethin' that's foreign
All my bitches foreign, none of my bitches borin'
Back to back in court, I know the judge tired of seein' my face
Back to back goin' inside the bank, they tired of seein' my face
You can't spell "million" without some L's, ****, keep pushin'
I might have to up this fuckin' blick 'cause they keep fuckin' looking
I can't lay up with you, baby, if you broke and bummy
That shit ain't romantic and that shit ain't funny
If I like your story, baby, you know what that mean
You a bad bitch, you got potential to be feets
I don't wanna talk unless you got the trap at least
I know a **** who got life and still lifer, claim the C's
Ayy, ayy, baby, I just want a bag
I don't wanna fall in love but I might if you got cash
Baby, I'm too trophied up, first place, I can't be last
I could do what he can't 'cause these other **** trash
Yeah, baby, I'm just askin' for it, dead homies, I don't want no relations
Just put it in my hand, ain't with the playin'
We could run up these bands
Pop
Gang
Yeah
Free the shooters up
Ha
Yeah
Written by: Angel Jimenez, Steven Reveal
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