Johnny Storm Kyze (Ft. Aye Garde & Giggs)

[Hook: Kyze]
I'm on fire like I'm Johnny Storm
I'm all she desires like I'm Johnny Storm
She knows what I'm fantastic for
Everyting lit, I'm the human torch
I'm on fire like I'm Johnny Storm
I'm all she desires like I'm Johnny Storm
She knows what I'm fantastic for
Everyting lit, I'm the human torch

[Verse 1: Aye Garde]
They listen when I talk
Sentences are sick like it went shit in court (fuck the judge)
Man I've got shit to sort (hustle hard)
Mr. Sell That Shit You Snort (rare)
Kyzer, I've got sicker thoughts
I could kill them different, I'm the slicker sort
This boy's in the hood when I lift the torch
Tell your boy don't walk the way that Ricky walked
I like the four long and the shotty short (buss it)
Better leave your crippled, nigga, on the porch (budge him)
It's a must, I dodge a stalk
I'm just busting dust, that's what papa taught
Call me Papa Bear, a buccaneer
'Cause I'll buck it, yeah, I don't fucking care
Man, these big shells are proper rare
Make the sun say "It's getting hot in here"