No Reason (The Mosh Pit Song)

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



Credits
Writer(s): Derek Anderson, Aaron Yates, Colson Baker, Jeffery James, Jason Robinson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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