' gang signs ' - lil mosey

two

"I told your dumbass there'd be no parking," Royce groaned at Neek,  who was now trying the finesse the huge GMC they were packed into back down the hill the mansion was perched on. Mosey rolled his eyes as cars piled up and honked at the SUV.

"Can we just get out here and you meet us in there?" Mosey offered, getting tired of staring at the party.

"Sure, whatever," Neek mumbled, eyes locked on the rearview mirror. Everyone scrambled to get out, finally being able to breathe cool air. "Uhnt Uhnt, not you," Neek yelled, pointing at Royce as he tried to crawl out.

"What do you mean not me," Royce yelled back.

"You wanted to play backseat driver so bad, come finish the job." Royce rolled his eyes but shut the door and pulled off with Neek.

The rest of the boys stood in a bit of shock, seeing just how big the party was now. People were spilling out of the house onto the lawn, all chainsmoking or trying to get fresh air. They quickly found out the air wasn't too fresh outside either, as it reeked of mint and mango juul pods. They pushed through the vape clouds into the party, only to find the most packed party any of them had ever seen.

The house itself was huge, with a grand entryway that spilled directly into the living room. The large sectionals and tables were pushed to the edges of the room, and partygoers covered them,  turning the furniture into an extension of the dance floor.

Before Mosey could say a word, Sauve got dragged away, leaving him to find the hosts all by himself.

He walked around the party awhile, grabbing a drink, dancing for a bit, and greeting the few people he did know. Finally, after an hour, he spotted them; perched on a couch in the backyard next to the pool. They were surrounded by girls, all cuddling up to them, drunk as ever. Mosey felt a jolt. This is it. He gripped his cup a little harder, pushing past all the drunk kids dancing to some Blueface song, making a B-line to them. He couldn't help but get nervous, this was the chance he was looking for.

He was so close to their section, he could already smell their weed. He almost made it when he slammed into someone. "Aye bro, watch where the fuck you're going-"

He was ready to get crazy when he met eyes with a girl. She was on the ground,  covered in his drink, looking angry as ever. "Who the fuck are you talking to, little ass boy? 'Cause I know for a fact it ain't me," she countered, picking herself up and dusting herself off. Before Mosey could even clapback he was surrounded.

"What's wrong Z," someone spoke from behind Mosey. He whipped around to be met with none other than Slimmy, one of the boys from SOB. He took a closer look at all the people surrounding him, realizing most were in the gang or affiliated. I gulped slightly, pray whoever Z was would spare him.

The smaller girl looked from Lathan to Slimmy with fire in her eyes. "Nothing, Bro. This nigga ran into me but I could handle him if I needed to anyway," she hissed, crossing her arms. The crowd that had formed around the two erupted in laughter.

Mosey never wanted to hit a girl so bad in his life. He wanted to cuss her out and put her straight back in her place, but he knew he already. fucked up by bumping into her in the first place. "You ain't got nothing to say?" She pushed, stepping. closer to him.

He took a deep breath, pushing his pride deep inside himself. "My bad, shawty. I ain't mean to knock you over like that." The girl looked taken aback, and she was.

Zoya was so used to ever boy she met doubting her and disrespecting her. They only treated her with respect when they knew who her brother was, which pissed her off. So when Mosey apologized right away, without the persuasion of her brother and his friends, she was at a loss for words. She shook herself out of her daze and reverted back to her natural attitude. "Whatever man, just go away," she scoffed, walking off to find a napkin to get some of the Hennessey out of her dress.

With Zoya, the crowd dissolved, along with Mosey's chances of getting in with the big dogs. He watched them walk back to their corner, laughing and joking together. He sighed, turning straight into Sauve, Neek, and Royce. 

"What the fuck, Bro?" Sauve yelled. "Everyone was rushing to get out here, I thought niggas was fighting! I'm tryna see what's happening and of course it's your dumbass," he continued. Mosey rolled his eyes.

"Shut up, let's go," Mosey said, tossing his now empty cup to the side and starting for the nearest exit.

"What do you mean 'let's go' we just got here!" Neek whined.

"And? We're leaving." Neek opened his mouth to object, but Royce put a hand on his shoulder, realizing all Lathan needed right now was them to support him.

"All Imma say is shawty was bad," Royce offered, following the rest of the boys out.

"Yea, but she would've been even more bad if she learned to control her mouth,"  Mosey grunted.

Back in the party, Zoya was having a similar conversation, as she and her best friend, Kayla, sat in the bathroom scrubbing alcohol out of her dress. As if Zoya already didn't want to be at this stupid party, to top it off she got covered in Henny. She sighed, taking a break from scrubbing. Kayla slumped down next to her, letting Zoya lean her head on her shoulder. "He might have been a clutz, but at least he was fine," Kayla noted.

Zoya rolled her eyes at Kayla, who was being boy crazy as usual. "You think every light skin boy is cute," she laughed, earning a slap on the arm from Kayla. "But he was cute," Zoya admitted.

She really did appreciate him respecting her and apologizing without her brother forcing him. And she did think his hair was cute.

"Really? You think a boy is cute? God bless, I thought you were going gay on me," Kayla sighed, clutching her chest to add drama. Zoya rolled her eyes, going back to scrubbing her outfit. "I think we've gotten all the shit we can get out, out so, why don't we go find him. I saw his little friend run up to him when you walked off and he looked like just my type," Kayla said, standing and offering a hand to help Zoya off the ground. She looked at her now pretty much ruined dress and decided to cut her loses, grabbing Kayla's hand and standing.

"I'm good, girl, all this extra shit killed my high and made me tired. You can go on without me, sis. Imma go to sleep," Zoya said, leaving the bathroom and heading towards her closet. The only upside to her brother throwing his parties in their own house was that bed was only ever a few doors down. Kayla sighed, knowing she wasn't going to be able to change her friend's mind.

"Alright, girl. I think I'm gonna stay in the guest bedroom, so I'll see you in the morning," Kayla called.

"I love you! Be safe," Zoya called back, slipping on her pajamas. She climbed into bed and turned on her. TV, cranking up the volume in an attempt to drown out the party noise. It worked good enough and soon, she was fast asleep.

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I was trying to figure out Mosey's real name and on Apple Music in the lyrical credits on Northsbest he's listed as 'Moses Lathan Stanley Echols', but on Bust Down Cartier it says 'Lathan Echols' so i'm confused but also.....none of this is my business LMAOO. also found out some girl i know was the greet her girl AND went to mosey's hotel with him and that bitch.....is really living the good life 😔