Flourish \\ Sequel to Not a Hollywood Whore | MGK

~Harrd~

They talked and my phone buzzed

Smoke

Yo whatchu think about this

*click to play audio*

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I clicked play and listened to it. 

Rook:whats that?

Me:Pop smoke unreleased song

Dub:thats harrd

Me:*smiles* Forreal

Pete:You just talk to artists on the daily

Me:No *smiles* but we friends

He nodded and I texted him back. He ended up sliding through and we worked on a song together. He did his verse first, he walked in the booth and dre started the beat and he started rapping. 

"Bought a Richard Mille, coulda bought me a house Feel like I'm the greatest rapper came out the South  She keep tryin' to f**k, I told her top me for now She got a** shots, I told her work on her mouth  Everybody talkin' this king talk, n**ga we shootin' shit up, we don't battle Cornball n**ga, you ain't gettin' no money and we don't give a f**k about your talents Came from the bottom, I'm a multimillionaire, I was just sleeping on pallets  F**k these rappers, I'm 4L Gang, we the best like DJ dub Your b**ch got that crazy head like a Kanye Tweet  Had a wedding for my Glocks, call 'em Jay and Bey I split the rent with my chopper 'cause it stay with me Leave you drunk like a shot of liquor, ain't no chasin' me  He threw in a white flag, but I still want beef  Catch you at your album release you play with Ki Love Make this pistol blow both ways, I call it Hennessy I know your mama taught you look both ways 'fore crossing me"

He came out  and dre played it back. 

Bashar:Is it good enough for this song?

Me:*smiles* Quit playing

Bashar:*smiles* I gotta ask I aint wanna f**k up your vibe

Me:*smiles* Your bars are always fire

Bashar:*smiles* thanks lil sis

I then went in the booth and rapped

Me:They say my time is almost up, tell them b**ches, "Wish, wish" All these hoes lookin' cold, all these b**ches fish sticks Put a ribbon on my box 'cause this p**sy gifted I ain't got no free time, all my s**t expensive See my ring, my watch, my chain and everything is lit, lit  All this gold on a b**ch, I feel like I'm Slick Rick If they love me or they hate me, it don't make no difference It be hard not to kill a hoe 'cause I be tempted Now I be countin' money, buyin' jewelry, hoes be ridin' dick I just make my M's and mind my business, hoes be ridin' dick "I can see ki eat so much, " and that's what got 'em sick But I wonder how they still ain't pregnant, all that riding dick Y'all betta go ahead with that weak shit, I'm certified, real street b**ch Won't be a song if I leak shit, we strapped up like defense Whatever you do, sis, keep it cute, sis Leave that beefin' s**t at Ruth Chris or end up toothless I've been official my whole life, I bought burners, I ain't buy likes How did little ol' me get money? Got everybody all tight These b**ches wack, these b**ches garb they diss me, I disregard Bet you if I had a dick, these b**ches couldn't get it hard They say my time is almost up, tell them b**ches, "Wish, wish" All these hoes lookin' cold, all these b**ches fish sticks Put a ribbon on my box 'cause this p**sy gifted I ain't got no free time, all my s**t expensive See my ring, my watch, my chain and everything is lit, lit All this gold on a b**ch, I feel like I'm Slick Rick If they love me or they hate me, it don't make no difference  It be hard not to kill a hoe 'cause I be tempted 

His part played then the chorus finished the song. I walked out of the booth

Bashar:Yo that was harrd *smiles* that line  bet you if I had dick these b**ches couldn't get it hard goddamn sis who you violating