Poor Circulation Woop

[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