[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