Moneybagg Yo & Yo Gotti – Da City Lyrics

Da City

Moneybagg Yo & Yo Gotti

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"Da City." - Moneybagg Yo & Yo Gotti

Sunday, 18 October 2026, 03:04 pm

Album: 2 Federal

Track No: 06

Yo
'Bout anything
Anything
Anything, anything, anything
**** be beefin' 'bout anything
**** tryin' to tell you might as try to swerve me
Tweetin' 'bout anything
They gon' have to take my life away from me
I come from a city where **** will hate you for anything (Anything)
I come from a city where **** will kill you 'bout anything ('Bout anything)
I come from a city where **** be tellin' 'bout anything
(Small city, they say, big guns though)
I come from a city, your enemies, they be your ****, man (Own ****)
(Small city, big guns, ****, big guns)
I come from a city where bitches will fuck you for anything (For anything)
**** be talkin' 'bout plugs but really the middle man (**** you the middle man)
I come from the kitchen, put on for my city, I did it, man (I done it)
These chances I'm taking ain't worth it but I gotta get it, man
My love to the hood, thanks for making me savage
Thanks to my momma and daddy for raising me like a lil' gangster
And giving me that banger when I was too young to have it
Yeah, I was too young to have it
Five bricks, I was too young to manage
Thank God mom was so dumb and gambling
Feds came, watching my pops and them vanish (Damn)
I want to say thank you but I hate you (I hate you)
I talk to the dope like, "Why they make you?" (Why?)
Momma told me, "They gon' come and take you (Where?)
But don't never let them people break you"
(And no, thank you) I'm famous
(No, thank you) I'm good
(No, thank you) I know your intentions
(I'm down with my same crew and we see straight through you) Ya
(I'm with my same bitch, I been with her since high school)
Ya
Ya
They say when you get big, watch your city turn they back on you
They so fake, drop a hit and watch how quick they get back on you
Shit cray for real
I come from a city where **** will hate you for anything (Anything)
I come from a city where **** will kill you 'bout anything (For anything)
I come from a city where **** be tellin' 'bout anything
I come from a city, your enemies, they be your ****, man (Own ****)
I come from a city where bitches will fuck you for anything (For anything)
**** be talkin' 'bout plugs but really the middle man (**** you the middle man)
I come from the kitchen, put on for my city, I did it, man (I done it)
These chances I'm taking ain't worth it but I gotta get it, man
****'ll see a **** who done robbed and shot at 'em (And what?)
And won't do shit (Shit)
But don't let 'em hear about you fucking his ho though (What he gon' do?)
He gon' kill you 'bout that bitch (Bop, bop, bop)
Aye, where I come from they don't like to see you winning
Shining on top of your bid
They say you didn't do it but really you did
This shit so crazy, they respect the snitches (Aye, what's up?)
Yeah, streets ain't got no love for a **** (No)
I've been told you that (I've been told)
If you in my city, where you at (What you gotta do?)
You gotta have you a strap (For real)
'Cause they robbin' over nothing, killin' 'cause they struggling (What else?)
I swear it's a real jungle (I swear it's a jungle)
A lot of tears from mommas (Yeah)
When it's gon' stop? Sometimes I just wonder (Uh-huh)
You'll see him one day, then he dead the next night
(Damn, this shit be so crazy for real)
Bitches mean enough to fight and beef on social sites
(This shit fucked up and this shit goin' on)
From the trenches where a **** come from (Yeah)
Came up, never gave up (Had the money)
Lost love, got so many (Got so many)
Guess I'm just a product of my city (Memphis)
I come from a city where **** will hate you for anything ('Bout anything)
I come from a city where **** will kill you 'bout anything (I come from Memphis, man)
I come from a city where **** be tellin' 'bout anything ('Bout anything)
I come from a city, your enemies, they be your ****, man (I swear this shit can get real)
I come from a city where bitches will fuck you for anything (Fuck you for anything)
**** be talkin' 'bout plugs but really the middle man (Really the middle man)
I come from the kitchen, put on for my city, I did it, man (I come from the bottom, I did it)
These chances I'm taking ain't worth it but I gotta get it, man (I gotta get it, yeah)
(I got it)
What's up homes?
(I ain't gon' let a **** lie and fool us)
Yeah
(We're really blessed to come)
True
(Where we started, ****)
True
(Aye, for real, it's a blessing that we made it out of Memphis)
Amen
Lord knows, real
(Pleased to come from Memphis, ****)
(This shit's so fucked up, buddy)
Crazy
(**** killing they blood brothers and shit)
Crazy
(Bitches fucking they sisters everyday I just don't understand it)
Crazy
(**** ain't your **** no more, like)
(**** don't even know loyalty, shit's so watered down, man, like)
You know what you need to be doin', you feel me? Fuck
(You know what I'm talkin' 'bout **** like, shit hurts)
I feel you, homie
You know what I'm saying?
I come from North Memphis my ****, home of the Triple Cross
Cut-throat city, **** savage, lean, you understand?
Aye, home
2 Federal

Writer(s): Demario White, Mario Mims & Jermaine Dupri.

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