My Brother Said It Tastes Like Fireworks

study you (shouiyo)

prod. ticox and qwerty

cover art by me
dj mixing & hosting by blake bryant

(KSC, Ticox, Qwerty, Qwerty, I fuck with you)
(Gang, let's go)
Feel like Timmy Turner, bitch I want that big shake
Riding around, with that sticky
Yeah yeah yeah, we let it shake
Ay, turn the city up, oh yeah
Yeah, we let it quake
Fuck up on this bitch, but she talking to them fucking jakes
KSC militia, feel like mafioso
Riding through that shit, riding through them damn ports
Just landed at the airport, smoking, like a Newport
Fuck up on this bitch, but I think she wanna talk to them boys

My bro like A.I. bitch, with them fucking braids
Yeah, I know a bro down south, like Magic with the aids
My bitch bad as shit, square tits like Lara Croft
Roll the top back in the Maybach, then we rode it off, gang
Rolling a blunt, I don't give no shit
In a fucking cruiser, they can't catch me, I'm in a different whip
Two terminals, we take it to the same spliff
I'm a swagged out white boy in a raft, I feel like Riff
B-b-bitch I'm an alien, gotta open a damn rift, huh
Swagged out, like I said, see me in no damn Rick
And bitch you know I'm from Texas
I was listening to Screw when I was a kid
Scoring in, cracking all these pints
They thought I was insidious
And bitch I'm balling too hard on these fuckers, I need a new court
I'm with May X, at the airport, smoking Newports
I got a bad bitch, she crazy, want a kid
I had to abort, I had to abort, I had to abort

(Gang, let's go)
Feel like Timmy Turner, bitch I want that big shake
Riding around, with that sticky
Yeah yeah yeah, we let it shake
Ay, turn the city up, oh yeah
Yeah, we let it quake
Fuck up on this bitch, but she talking to them fucking jakes
KSC militia, feel like mafioso
Riding through that shit, riding through them damn ports
Just landed at the airport, smoking, like a Newport
Fuck up on this bitch, but I think she wanna talk to them boys
(This is a Blake Bryant exclusive)

Airport

Platforms

Airport Prod Ticox Qwerty

#FallingDown (prod ChaosYSL x LivingLuxery)

the external is a reflection of the internal
glad i found this beat lol

i hate the world bc i hate myself

either waY bootleg

i cant relate like we grew up different
niggas be tripping they act like children
broke as a bitch i cant get addicted
coke on my nose and im eskimo kissing
whole crib smell like mold and some piss nigga
i aint got money but i still got the drip nigga
new plug text me on line
i aint got shit but its coming on time
niggas be talking that shit all the time
boy i dont wanna talk wit these niggas online
look 
9 foot bitch like mephala
niggas be tripping bout drama
i got put on by my father
i stick an ounce to the lid not a bother
i was 7 years old trading weed for rollos in the back of the plug crib
put that shit on donna nigga i swear i did  i dont give a fuck about what u think
i got problems bitch can you solve them
talking shit nigga talk up
nigga be talkint that shit 
pull up nigga with the lobster
i got too many niggas on me bitch im growing out my hair like a rasta 
dgaf ab a nigga if im cookin up then its fna be pasta

🏚️ (prod orchead420)

Instagram: therealahype
Twitter/X: therealahype1
TikTok: therealahype
Bluesky: therealahype
Music on all platforms under A Hype

Lyrics:

We’re bossing up, here every day with clevy say we crossing up, our opposition, our power tower over these cowards, devour the sour, how nerds do, go and troll, bro, the scroll in full is never a thing when ya roll, more stories out, fire for hire your props the mission, your territories ‘bout to be involved, see the resolved resolution to stopping this piss poor pollution of those hoes who chose to doze, delusion what an artist is, is this, flows inclusion, with lyrics that on actually hit, hysterics that contractually lit, if you do not got the heat from me, well, I smell a dummy, been heavy clevy since the tense of Teletubby, he’ll be snubby, from the award show, the toured go, cause he too unique, was me the dude you speak of when you say you love artist, bitch I’m the hardest, fuck a niche, fuck a pitch, I ditch the image shit, what ya see is what the fuck ya get, on a whim him rage, then again on a whim him show courage, open up, then again on a whim him stage a hap’ rap, dope in cup of the drink of life, I think the brief answer is this is not a cancer, I got a dancer step the way I switch sides, errr … emotions, the notions I hitch rides to all tides, y’all sides I don’t wanna anger, too much to get set killed, a thrilled danger. Fuck it, do you support LGBTQIA plus, if not this, hot piss, but overall I don’t mean to make mad, what dove my gall to where it hard to take back, what my stance is, the chances of a snake stab, ya closest could get them toasters, let ‘em be the disposers, I fake glad at times for I’ms afraid of sad, I shake shackles on my mind, the bind I tackles, shit hit like a quake, grab on to ya belongings, but I got over that, now we chilling in the saunas, as I heat it up, but as I greet it up the mood switch again, the dawnings of new form, do swarm random, when the tantrum? I don’t know, ain’t you a bitch again? Or is that my perception, he a gonna’s again, for reflection I don’t do not well, shit hit like a double negative, confusing on using, trouble beg I live in the causing drama, but pausing I’m a do, all of this to say, through dismay, his way, through this array, I stay a boss up, toss up the whole thing, my goal, bring smiles to the styles, this is what the fuck A Hype piles.

#FallingDown (prod ChaosYSL x LivingLuxery)

#DOVE #DJBIRDMAGIC 🕊🕊🕊

Related tracks