'Bright Lights, Big City & No Fun', Curated by No Gallery at Shoot The Lobster, New York

Prada - basic bitches wear that shit. One big room full of Fendi Fendi, Prada. I’m lookin’ like Gucci Gucci. I keep that work in my trunk. So where the cash be?  You can’t find that? I’m my own boss. At Arby’s: “Number 2, super-sized and hurry,” means nobody gettin over me. I got magical. See me at your college room full of bad bitches. One big room need a fix. Call me if you need a boost, bitches. Them basic bitches wear fiends over there: Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada. I’m snatching all my bitches. All you basic ass hoes out there need Gucci, they don’t need Louis. We bitches and we stunting like Gucci Gucci. Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi - Bitches wear that shit, so I don’t even bother. One big room Madonna, but I’m flossing like Ivana Trump. One big room full of bad bitches. My hand on the pump if you want to press your Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada. 

Basic bitches throat is raspy. Young, rich, and flashy. Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada. You need a Google Map, my pearl-handled kitty. Don’t even bother. Google that, groupies. Follow me. Wear that shit. Why you lookin bitter? New York City represent.  Address me as “Your Majesty.” Can never touch the crown. So posh, nails fire with gold floss. Bitch, you ain’t no Barbie. I see you work swag. It’s pumping out my ovaries. One big up. I’m starving, gnarly, radical, on the block full of bad bitches. One big room and a baggie full of Adderalls. We stunting like Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis. Them other chicken heads? Don’t even bother. Gucci Gucci cruising, I got the stolen plates, serving all the basic bitches wearing that shit. I don’t. I’m colder than the fridge and the freezer. Man, I got rooms full of swaggin’, ehhh, meow. 

Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada. Them basic.