I call that bitch tarantula. I roll with the meanest of girls. Of course, you can’t sit with us. Smile shades, tripping you with my spike shoes, ’cause that’s just how I feel today. Lemonade and strutting right past you. You think I saw you, but you never even crossed my vision. Body like a coke bottle, group texting strictly in emojis. Colder than your milkshake. And my milkshake brings your boyfriend to the yard, and my girlfriends bring all your girls to the yard. It’s nothing like it was back in High School. I never fuck with beginners. Me and my crew, better bet we’ll slide through.
spike shoes by UNIF
sunglasses by Jeremy Scott