Poor Circulation

Lyrics

[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