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

[Chorus]
Poor circulation
Me and my n***as, 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 n***a, I brought a extra tone
You play 'round, you get cut off, then you gone

[Chorus]
Poor circulation
Me and my n***as, 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 n***a
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', n***a 'bout this pack
We'll send a n***a 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 n***as, 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