BIG DUMMY! Lyrics – Lil Nas X

Read the full BIG DUMMY! lyrics by Lil Nas X along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lil Nas X’s music, you can also explore SWISH and WHAT YOU CAN, two other songs by Lil Nas X.

[Intro]
Dreamboy
It’s dreamboy in the place to be
All the hoes wanna ri-ri-ride on me (Brrr, baow)

[Verse 1]
B!tch, I’m in my prime like a paintbrush
Big s*it popping, walking ’round in a mink vest
Whoop-whoop, talking, ain’t tryna hear the stank breath
B!tch, shut the fu*k up unless she’s got a big chef for me
The hi-hat, yeah, keep that for me
(??) bring the drums and you know you gotta loop that for me
I’ma send this to the group chat
They gon’ be like, “Who’s that?”
I’ma be like, “Big X, dummy,” now y’all know I’m coming
This year, I’m finna tie the rope
Put a ring around this b!tch like I’m drawing O
Tic-tac-toe, line my exes up in a row
One for each night of the week in the Sherman Oaks
I’m do or die, I’m far from what they like
My past is dark, my ass is super tight
I’m cute, I’m fun, I’m fine, my future bright
My house is full like 9 on Nick at Nite

[Chorus]
In the club, in the cut, cutting up (Uh-huh)
Getting drunk while I’m picking out my pick-me
All my opps and my simps getting low (Uh-huh)
‘Cause they want, but they know they can’t get me
Oh (Woah, brrr-baow)
Yes, it’s true (Woah, brrr-baow)

[Interlude]
They got me fu*ked up with all this fell off talk
Y’all finna get this heat all 2025

[Verse 2]

Fu*k n!gga
Alex, what these fu*k n!ggas talking ’bout?
We on ten like a n!gga doing walk it out
I would rather see that n!gga dead than to talk it out
Feds did a sweep on his ass, we gon’ mop it out
Front door, n!ggas come through to the front door
Banging on his top like bongos
Shooting at his spot like cum loads
Two sticks on him, mm-hmm, that’s a drumroll
I’m back, I don’t know what y’all figured
I’m still that b!tch, I’m still that n!gga
I been working on X, I ain’t even on Twitter
Now my money and my house and my meat little bigger, uh

[Chorus]
In the club, in the cut, cutting up (Uh-huh)
Getting drunk while I’m picking out my pick-me
All my opps and my simps getting low (Uh-huh)
‘Cause they want, but they know they can’t get me
Oh (Woah, brrr-baow)
Yes, it’s true (Woah, brrr-baow)

[Outro]
Yeah, it’s dreamboy
2025, look alive
It’s hotbox season, baby
Hm, mwah