album cover
A DEAD CHECK
Hardcore Rap
A DEAD CHECK was released on October 31, 2025 by Lil Makaveli as a part of the album MAK MANSON
album cover
Release DateOctober 31, 2025
LabelLil Makaveli
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM159

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Makaveli
Lil Makaveli
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Blake
Timothy Blake
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
2c's
2c's
Producer
Chriz Beatz
Chriz Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

I don't lag, bitch I shoot!
300 Blackout ARP, lil stick blow holes like a flute
Before I made this A-R-T, was bussin' domes with the troops
You seen a dead check?
In the moment of truth
You freeze like a pussy
Imma heat the stove, let em loose!
Jack yo piece and stomp yo jaw out
Picked a molar out my boot!
Yeah, now that's a dead check!
I don't stop!
Stay on go!
Tote big mops,
Big Dracos!
I don't give a fuck bout the rhyme or the reason
I'm bringin' that heat, yeah no matter the season
Hollow points spread through yo brain like some lesions
You never work out, what's the vest for?
You a slow **** now, leave ya neck sore
You the talk of the town, but it's Nextdoor
I'm buddies with Smith & Wesson
I'm runnin' that M&P Shield!
I'm teachin' you **** a lesson!
I'm makin' you **** just yield!
Lil shawty she gave me a lesson
She suck on my dick so surreal
Glock 40 came with an extension
I'm bussin' these **** on reels!
So fuck how you feel
I'll kick in ya door and I'll take yo last meal!
I run with Sig Sauer, got anodized steel!
My new Glock hold 30, I make it pew pew
You little **** is no competition
Your music washed up, kinda just like dishes
She do her crunches, she work on her fitness
Take her to the sack and start givin' the business
I'm really runnin' it up and you know!
I hit my wallet with Miracle Grow!
I was so broke yeah my heart is so cold!
But you know a real **** never can fold!
Like I had to really restructure the mold!
Like I was playin' with Play-Doh
Now I'm just runnin' with Dracos
Bitch I'm a shark like a Mako!
I don't lag, bitch I shoot!
300 Blackout ARP, lil stick blow holes like a flute
Before I made this A-R-T, was bussin' domes with the troops
You seen a dead check?
In the moment of truth
You freeze like a pussy
Imma heat the stove, let em loose!
Jack yo piece and stomp yo jaw out
Picked a molar out my boot!
Yeah, now that's a dead check!
Stocked up on ammo way more than a prepper
Avoiding all contact with **** like lepers
This shit that I'm packin' is hot like a pepper
If shawty came over, you know that I wrecked her
Yeah bitch I'm hot, and I tote the Glock (Glocky)
And I run with mops, and yo heart get stopped
Cook 'em in the pot
Cook 'em just like gumbo
Yeah, I'm royal rumble
I got sticky fingers!
You drop the bag like fumble (Ha)
Got my swag different
Got my bag different
Like my name's Slickback, pimpin'
Your hood be open, pull up to the corner
Somebody call him a coroner
That boy gon' need him at funeral
Somebody call in the mourners
I pull up, I'm hittin', I'm scorin'
I'm dressin' so clean like a Mormon
That boy Lil Mak soon to be tourin'
Like my girl like a Audi, a foreign!
I cut through **** like a switchblade!
You a lame-ass ****, need to quit hatin'
Check my bank accoun, see I get paid
Put a clip to your head like a close fade
Young **** came a long way from that "Finna Be"
That's the reason **** lookin' so bitterly
Started from the bottom, yeah I'm up to infinity
And all these young rappers, they sound like my mini-me's (Clones!)
I don't lag, bitch I shoot!
300 Blackout ARP, lil stick blow holes like a flute
Before I made this A-R-T, was bussin' domes with the troops
You seen a dead check?
In the moment of truth
You freeze like a pussy
Imma heat the stove, let em loose!
Jack yo piece and stomp yo jaw out
Picked a molar out my boot!
Yeah, now that's a dead check!
Written by: Timothy Blake
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...