Lyrics Smooky MarGielaa – 10 O’Clock

It’s like 10 o’clock
(This is that loud pack)

It’s bout’ 10 o’clock
I’m still on the block

I was driving stolens
Now I’m frozen, I’m dripping in Rick Owens
Switch lanes in that foreign
I don’t need no type of writer, I’m a freestyler
Got a phantom with a driver, go get your bands up
Uh, it’s MarGielaa man, niggas talk down on my name but still be fans
I’m hopping out that lamb, at the top Smookey high above this plane

It’s bout 10 o’clock
I’m still on the block
Bussing chops, got to get to the guap
I got 12 on me, still tryna get me lock
Popping now I’m at the top ain’t no more serving rocks
Now, Smookey got some VVs on his chain and they’re real dry
Ringing names I’m sure you know the name
Bitch I’m calling shots
Yeah, I’m calling shots, come and get your thot
Spend your trip in a mulsanne like a fly guy