Posted up chilling sipping on a cold Medello like a villain Cuz these bottles that I’m killin , forget about the z that I popped Looking for my phone that I dropped So I can call my boy and get another quap Ain’t no fun party stops, the minute comes when ya need to re up. Scoop up some cash and swoop to my homies hood, on the other side of town. South siders always trying to check you , looking like clowns. All these kids wearing colors throwing signs and it ain’t looking good Took a wrong street and pulled up to a stop sign Three men in mask run up pulling pistols But I got my own , so I’m never alone when I leave home Where did these kids learn the game from, prolly video games son.