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Cheap Shot
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Cheap Shot was released on November 8, 2025 by TOP SHELF ENTERTAINMENT as a part of the album Cheap Shot - Single
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Release DateNovember 8, 2025
LabelTOP SHELF ENTERTAINMENT
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Dolla
Young Dolla
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Austin Jennings
Austin Jennings
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Austin Jennings
Austin Jennings
Producer

Lyrics

You should've never said my name, little boy
You ain't even competition
You a boost stat
I'm Dolla, I don't chase, I attract
You jumped me on a cheap shot, couldn't see me man to man
Now you jealous cause I'm up, and the whole crowd know who I am
I ain't never paid to perform, I get flown out, they demand
You begging promoters, I'm getting booked before I land
Daddy's money what you said
But let's really talk that fact
My dad pulled up to support
Yours ain't never coming back
I got Rooga in the convo
KB, Focus where I stand
You just watch me from the bleachers
You ain't built to shake my hand
You was laughing at my start
Now your energy reversed
Trying to sneak me from behind
Cause you know I leave you worse
Claim you beat me that's a joke
You ain't want this in a verse
This a coffin not a warning
Grab a suit, rehearse your hearse
I've been charting
I've been building with no label, no assist
Everything they say you might do
I already did exist
TikTok numbers hitting heavy
Shorties chant me when I show
They don't even know your lyrics
Just your jealousy in posts
I don't chase a single stage
They request me when I slide
You still beg for open mics
Promoters laughing on the side
You were smoking on my name
But forgot to check the wind
Now I'm burning all your credit
You ain't never rise again
You jumped me on a cheap shot
Couldn't see me man to man
Now you jealous cause I'm up
The whole crowd know who I am
I ain't never pay to perform
I get flown out, they demand
You still beggin' promoters
I'm getting booked before I land
Daddy's money what you said, Let's really talk that fact
My Dad pulled up to support, Yours aint never coming back
I got Rooga in the convo, KB, Focus where i stand
You just watch me from the bleachers, you aint built to shake my hand
Boy, you mad your own reflection aint respect you where you from
While i'm lit across the map, every state know what i've done
You got envy in your voice I got destiny in mine
You got drama in the comments
I got offers on the line
You threw dirt i grew from it
You threw fists, i built a brand
You depend on people watching, I got fans across the land
Atlanta calling, labels talking, cities chant my name in lights
You're still local, still ignored
Can't keep up with half my hype
You ain't competition *****
You a side quest on my path
You the loudest one online
But the broke one doing math
This the last reply you get
After this you not addressed
I don't rap to prove a point
I just rap to end a pest
You jumped me on a cheap shot
Couldn't see me man to man
Now you jealous cause I'm up
The whole crowd know who I am
I ain't never pay to perform, I get flown out, they demand
You still beggin' promoters, I'm gettin' booked before I land
Daddy's money, what you said, but at least my pops still care
You been prayin' for my fall, now I'm everywhere, you scared
When they ask who ended *****, tell 'em Dolla was the name
Now enjoy your last applause, this your funeral, not a game
You did this to yourself, lil' boy
Don't say my name again
Shit
Fuck they talking about
Yeah
Written by: Austin Jennings
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