Tech N9ne, MGK, Y2 - No Reason (The Mosh Pit Song) lyrics

Tech N9ne MGK

Tech N9ne [Aaron Dontez Yates] Kansas City, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸

MGK [Machine Gun Kelly] Colson Baker [Cleveland, Ohio, U.S.] 🇺🇸

[Tech N9ne, MGK, Y2 - No Reason The Mosh Pit Song lyrics]

We are legion this Tecca Nina in yo' 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 fuckin' with the wrong one
Times like this 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
Copying 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
That 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
Hitters, consider me and my niggas
Be sick and roguish
Stop, you ain't ready to brawl
You can't hang lock hit you dead in the jaw
You claim Strange
It ain't K, 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 fuckin' with the wrong one
(The wrong one, no)
Times like this 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 and know that the 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 fuckin' with the wrong one
Times like this 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, yeah
Caribou Lou in my glass, yeah
I start a riot by accident
Somebody's bitch showin' ass again
I should start throwin' some cash again
Pushing the crowd, we harassin' them
If you start makin' me mad, I

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 legion we saw a reason

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