Little Boy

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

It's a therapist you need

Coulda, 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

It's a therapist you need

Coulda, 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)