letra de poor circulation - woop
[intro]
(you’re now rockin’ with dade)
(circulation)
[chorus]
poor circulation
me and my n-gg-s, we like family, let my blood in
when there’s pressure, we want ketchup, that’s some blood sh-t
if it’s pressure, you get wet up, that’s a grave dig
on some lake sh-t
i got jits with it, ready to shake sh-t
i keep it true to you, get rid of the fake sh-t
we spinnin’ your block in the morning, on some real late sh-t
bad blood, cut that off, no circulation
[verse 1]
bite down like a pit, he just took a skit
i just hit the b-tch, i just work my wrist
in this rap star sh-t, 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 d-mn near left the oven on
i fall back on that p-ssy if she livin’ wrong
i pulled up on that n-gg-, i brought a extra tone
you play ’round, you get cut off, then you gone
[chorus]
poor circulation
me and my n-gg-s, we like family, let my blood in
when there’s pressure, we want ketchup, that’s some blood sh-t
if it’s pressure, you get wet up, that’s a grave dig
on some lake sh-t
i got jits with it, ready to shake sh-t
i keep it true to you, get rid of the fake sh-t
we spinnin’ your block in the morning, on some real late sh-t
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 f-ck up, then you pay for it
i’m strapped, the trenches ain’t f-ck with a n-gg-
had to cut him off, he ain’t loyal
got a .357, two bodies
got a choppa stick with one more
make a b-tch sit back while i move this pack
how the f-ck gon’ get dior?
gotta feed this fam’, n-gg- ’bout this pack
we’ll send a n-gg- 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 f-ck 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-gg-s, we like family, let my blood in
when there’s pressure, we want ketchup, that’s some blood sh-t
if it’s pressure, you get wet up, that’s a grave dig
on some lake sh-t
i got jits with it, ready to shake sh-t
i keep it true to you, get rid of the fake sh-t
we spinnin’ your block in the morning, on some real late sh-t
bad blood, cut that off, no circulation
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