Lyrics:

Oh you think you're worth all the fuss?
You think a bitch is settled like the dust, but I'm outta here
There's not a man on earth that I trust
You can keep the image of my butt as a souvenir
Unfortunately, you made the mistake of underestimating me
Coulda, shoulda, woulda, but you did it, aha
It's a therapist you need
Could, shoulda, woulda, fuck it

Little boy, who you think you're talking to?
Please don't think that the sex is gonna cloud my view
'Cause I'm done tolerating bullshit
Give you my love and you don't know what to do with it
Little boy, who you, who you think you're talking to?
Please don't think that the sex is gonna cloud my view
'Cause I'm done tolerating bullshit
Give you my love and you don't know what to do with it

Women hold the weight of the world
But you still talk down and call me, 'Little girl', I hate that shit
It's a 'no' if she needs to be coerced
My body's not an object or dessert, I am not your bitch
I am not your bitch, wanna see me switch
Get psycho, like they say I am
Scared of me, you flinch
I don't need your inches, ya'll in my mentions
I feel fuckboy rich, think you're slick
I burn bridges quick
I won't sacrifice my humanity, sanity for the dick, I won't

Unfortunately, you made the mistake of underestimating me
Coulda, shoulda, woulda, but you did it, aha
It's a therapist you need
Could, shoulda, woulda, fuck it

Little boy, who you think you're talking to?
Please don't think that the sex is gonna cloud my view
'Cause I'm done tolerating bullshit
Give you my love and you don't know what to do with it
Little boy, who you, who you think you're talking to?
Please don't think that the sex is gonna cloud my view
'Cause I'm done tolerating bullshit
Give you my love and you don't know what to do with it

Little boy, who you, who you think you're talking to?
Who you think you're talking to?
Little boy, who, who you think you're talking to?
Who you think you're talking to?

(Hey, Grandpa, drop the beat)