Kick Em' Off (Clubhouse Anthem) Lyrics

Green Beam energy everyone's a friend to me

Some niggas be cap and fake pretending we got chemistry

Bitches be dming me, saying folk mod me up

But every time I do that shit the whole vibe be fucking up

Everybody on the stage, it look like a thot world

Muthafuckas making up shit like they Hot Gyrl

Make the damn block twirl, everybody raise ya hands

Demon time rooms, got dem lame niggas spending bands

Wassup my boy Fireman

Wassup my bro Billion Brand

Lame Castro, Spyda, Duce and the CH fam

We running this app up, shit's about to hit them droids

Nobody mod nobody cuz we paranoid

Kick that nigga off the stage

Kick her off the stage

You claim that you a CEO

But you ain't got no cake

Kick that nigga off the stage

Kick her off the stage

You claim that you a CEO

But you ain't got no cake

I got Scammers on block, and they can't even get up in my club

Tried to show them Haters love, then they asking for a dub

Niggas want a hand out, then they close ya rooms out

Mad cuz I'm Poppin in real life and I don't need clout

People on the stage screenshots like look at me

Bouncing back and forth to every room like they got A-D-D

Nail techs and CNA's high and mighty judging songs

Trying to gain some followers, like you sitting on a throne

I'm a MF mod, I'm a MF god, and I'm bout to send ya weak ass to the Gulaggggg

Kick that nigga off the stage

Kick her off the stage

You claim that you a CEO

But you ain't got no cake

Kick that nigga off the stage

Kick her off the stage

You claim that you a CEO

But you ain't got no cake