No Reason (The Mosh Pit Song) [feat. Machine Gun Kelly & Y2]

We are leaders This Tecca N9na in your arena We saw no reason Yeah Start shit For no reason, mosh pit For no reason, our shit For no reason, the hardest For no reason, start shit For no reason, mob shit For no reason, mosh pit For no reason, mosh pit I just think you fucking with the wrong one Times like these, I don't know how to have fun I think I'ma fuck somebody up (fuck 'em up) You gon' need someone to hold you up What the fuck My city stand up Stoppin' people that got animosity and what Copyin' me and the property, poppy ya jammed up We're akhis that can bust, don't mock me, the brand's us Strange Music, the gang shoot this right at the fakers They came stupid with the claim You'll get took for your change and name usage Steppin' to me, link with Atlanta, you losin' definitely Ready for ruckus really we reppin' the B, ah ah This the eviction notice, missile him quick then go get Hit us, consider me and my nigga be sick and roguish Stop, you ain't ready to brawl, you can hang (chyeah) Lock hit you dead in the jaw, you claim Strange (chyeah) It ain't K (chyeah), tell Kan City to jam with me, you damn sissy, eat up the object that stands stiffly In my pants with me Never honor who bringing drama to the Don If you continue not gonna do what I common do, guess what I'ma do Start shit For no reason, mosh pit For no reason, our shit For no reason, the hardest For no reason, start shit For no reason, mob shit For no reason, mosh pit For no reason, mosh pit (Let's get to it) I just think you fucking with the wrong one (the wrong one though!) Times like these, I don't know how to have fun (I don't know!) I think I'ma fuck somebody up, fuck 'em up (gunna) You gon' need someone to hold you up (hold you up, huh) What the fuck (look) It's only one option (white), you gon' need a doctor I ain't talkin' 'bout the one from Compton Arms, feet, legs all gone like I'm Don Corleone Hiring James Bond, that's what I'm on Remain calm, but aware that I'm armed and dangerous See, Double X's a noted to gang with us So hang tight, I'm trying to get this right You think 'cause I wrote a pop hit that I won't pop shit? The fuck's wrong with you Pop-Tarts? I pop cherries and popstars, you popsicles is not hard Popped in on the top charts out the cop car To remind y'all you just rap, you're not Gods And I don't care who got bars Because they don't acknowledge mine So show me who got scars Show me the greatest on the stage and the arena Bet they point they finger up at the Gunner and Tecca N9na I just think you fucking with the wrong one Times like these, I don't know how to have fun I think I'ma fuck somebody up You gon' need someone to hold you up What the fuck She will not leave a bunch of passes I just wanna see that ass Caribou Lou in my glass yeah I start a riot by accident Somebody been showing ass again I just started throwing some cash again Pushing the crowd we harassing them If you start making me mad Start shit For no reason, mosh pit For no reason, our shit For no reason, the hardest For no reason, start shit For no reason, mob shit For no reason, mosh pit For no reason, mosh pit We are leaders We saw a reason