Poor Circulation

[Intro]
(You're now rockin' with Dade)
(Circulation)

[Chorus]
Poor circulation
Me and my niggas, we like family, let my blood in
When there's pressure, we want ketchup, that's some blood shit
If it's pressure, you get wet up, that's a grave dig
On some Lake shit
I got jits with it, ready to shake shit
I keep it true to you, get rid of the fake shit
We spinnin' your block in the morning, on some real late shit
Bad blood, cut that off, no circulation

[Verse 1]
Bite down like a pit, he just took a skit
I just hit the bitch, I just work my wrist
In this rap star shit, I feel I'm underrated
In that trap spot, they gon' sing Woop like a cadence
I just whip the zip, I just skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ooh
When those problems come, they pull up, boom, boom, boom, ooh
And the pack came through, who the [?] smooth
He break the fork, he came back with the other spoon
He trap and zap, he damn near left the oven on
I fall back on that pussy if she livin' wrong
I pulled up on that nigga, I brought a extra tone
You play 'round, you get cut off, then you gone

[Chorus]
Poor circulation
Me and my niggas, we like family, let my blood in
When there's pressure, we want ketchup, that's some blood shit
If it's pressure, you get wet up, that's a grave dig
On some Lake shit
I got jits with it, ready to shake shit
I keep it true to you, get rid of the fake shit
We spinnin' your block in the morning, on some real late shit
Bad blood, cut that off, no circulation

[Verse 2]
Bad blood
I got drugs, I got slugs
Burn 'em down
I had to get it out the mud
Act for act
You fuck up, then you pay for it
I'm strapped, the trenches ain't fuck with a nigga
Had to cut him off, he ain't loyal
Got a .357, two bodies
Got a choppa stick with one more
Make a bitch sit back while I move this pack
How the fuck gon' get Dior?
Gotta feed this fam', nigga 'bout this pack
We'll send a nigga to the E.R.
We jiggin', way overboard
We trappin', way overboard
He got bad blood so I play him closer
Should I get him now or should I fuck him over?
Keep my enemies close but keep my pistol closer
We got bad blood, it's like I barely know you

[Chorus]
Poor circulation
Me and my niggas, we like family, let my blood in
When there's pressure, we want ketchup, that's some blood shit
If it's pressure, you get wet up, that's a grave dig
On some Lake shit
I got jits with it, ready to shake shit
I keep it true to you, get rid of the fake shit
We spinnin' your block in the morning, on some real late shit
Bad blood, cut that off, no circulation