Artist: HoodRich Pablo Juan (Johnny Cinco) Album: Poppi Seed Connect: Da Grand Hu$$le (Mixtape) Song: Get to It Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus: Johnny Cinco] Get to it, I need to get to it I had to get to it, I hit the block, I had to get to it Had to get to it, I had to get to it I hit the block, I had to get to it Poppi there, swear I had to get to it Get to it, running the trap house, I had to get to it I hit the block, had to get to it [?] my momma, I'll get to it Get to it, I hit the block, had to get to it I'm in the trap, had to get to it I hit the block, had to get to it I'm in the trap, had to get to it Hundreds on me, got to get to it Hundreds on me, got to get more Hundreds on me, got to get more I already know, fuck on your hoe Pour up a four, Poppi, Pablo, show from the floor I'm low on ammo in [?] I got a hammer, no MC Hammer Pull up in Rarri, shoot up the whole Phantom I was in Vegas in [?] You want a bitch? You can have her I got to fuck in the [?] no camo Size up my [?] nigga getting paid Bet you I got money, I don't have it my way Cash in at Lenox, I'm stuck in my ways Still paid a forty for that new [?] This shit on fuck shit can't stay, oh by the way Book to her, hook to her, I don't really [?] to her Don't never new to her, I had to get to her [Chorus] [Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Inspector Gadget, double-R Ghost Ghost Trap dabbing, I got the mojo Banana clips on the chopper, Mojo Jojo I'm smoking cookie, Donatello Chanel, Givenchy, Buscemi, eeny, miny, moe Elimidate with three hoes We grew up playing "Fuck the Police", we all robbing I found out you got it, I'll kick down your door Don't trap with no strap when you trap at the store Got the dummy birds, I call them dodos Me and Poppi popping, ain't no more at the store I got these bitches taking photos Multitask, whip a brick while I pour up a four They gon' call me Longo, get the gold Stupid hoe asked me why I had two choppers I'm a shotter, I know how to shoot with a bow I get two and I focus in the four Jumped out that Uber, I'm still toting When I'm in L.A., they treat me like Kobe In San Antonio, the bricks for Ginobili Fuck my teachers and whatever they told me Bitch, you don't know me Came from the gutter, sleeping with the roaches They should've had trapping as a sport I'm just more likely to get all the trophies [Chorus]