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Next Move
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Next Move was released on January 14, 2026 by Cleopatra Records as a part of the album Turbo EP
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Release DateJanuary 14, 2026
LabelCleopatra Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
K Suave
K Suave
Performer
Zelly ocho
Zelly ocho
Performer
Kevin Gainer
Kevin Gainer
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gainer
Kevin Gainer
Songwriter
Denzell Young
Denzell Young
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RichXl
RichXl
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, uh
I spilled lean on my pants (Ooh, yeah)
I just spilled on my—
Yeah, I spilled lean on my pants
I just spilled lean on my—
Yeah, I spilled, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I spilled lean on my pants
This ho wanna fuck, she don't know who I am
Blew a hundred thousand, I play with them bands
Woah, baby, I'm hard to impress
He want the smoke, I ain't savin' no rest
Flew out to LA to pick up a check
They tryna figure out my next move
Doin' drugs, that's what I'm into
Bitch, I'm the man 'round here
You can get robbed broad day 'round here
I'm blowin' gas in the atmosphere
He paid for a song, but I ain't get it cleared
Woah, racks on top of racks
I need my trunk in the front, not the back
Every day the weekend, I don't ever relax
She mad at me, I ignored her text
I got rain on the windows
You can really die, bro
That bitch said I jumped in too deep, now I'm just 'bout to drown, bro
I got some racks, yeah (Racks, yeah)
I got some racks, yeah (Racks, yeah)
Wanna get my money big, look at my stacks, yeah (Stacks, yeah)
This ho up on my dick, she wanna kiss, no (Kiss, no)
Yeah, that bitch gave me head, you got your mind blown
I gotta get up and get me a check, yeah (Check, yeah)
What you gon' do?
**** can die just for simple beef on Internet threads, yeah (Threads, yeah)
I can count this money all day (Money all day)
Huh, huh, huh
She just wanna play with the sleigh (Play with the sleigh)
Play, play, play
I spilled lean on her pants
Now she gotta wear my pants
This shit up, stuck, it's in the fuckin' sky, it ain't comin' back
Pass that fuckin' cup, I'm sick as fuck, I'm high up on these meds
I'm screamin', "B-I-P" to Spook, I got that ho up on my dick
Man, that **** play with the gas, yeah
I'm on codeine, she on X
Yeah, I spilled lean on my pants
This ho wanna fuck, she don't know who I am
Blew a hundred thousand, I play with them bands
Woah, baby, I'm hard to impress
He want the smoke, I ain't savin' no rest
Flew out to LA to pick up a check
They tryna figure out my next move
Doin' drugs, that's what I'm into
Bitch, I'm the man 'round here
You can get robbed broad day 'round here
I'm blowin' gas in the atmosphere
He paid for a song, but I ain't get it cleared
Woah, racks on top of racks
I need my trunk in the front, not the back
Every day the weekend, I don't ever relax
She mad at me, I ignored her text
Written by: Denzell Young, Kevin Gainer
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