Skrilla Vs Kravitz

|Kravitz| Is your average city rich guy. Kravitz came up on his own after running away at the age of 16 from a trouble past. Krav has two kids, twins, a boy and girl that he loves dearly,& a girlfriend that he proud to called his. Everything seems perfect till skrilla comes around. _______________________________ |Skrilla| The classy 'thug that loves to prey on the weak and sometimes not so innocent. Skrilla is an ego maniac that show up and out. Skrilla came to play at the age of 16 when he first killed someone and enjoyed it. Welcome to the mind of a maniac

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Ft- @lilspanishb 

KRAVITZ Harley now and forever

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ft- @lilspanishb

When yo girl change yo facebook password and now you locked out, but you still love her

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Litttt

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Ft- @lilspanishb I love you, nobody matters anymore #HomeBound #InTheMiddle😝

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Shopping for my KBoBs with @lilspanishb before I leave to Europe. I keep my baby's in all designers, my baby's be the freshest one's in the sand box. Dirtying up Loui's like they nothing because it ain't nothing to the King when it come the princess and the prince.

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DESTINED 🌎 This shit was destined for me, I swear that they can see greatness in me This shit gotta make me ain't no breakin' me I hope this shit take me far as I can see I swear this shit here was destined for me Kravitz|| -Getting ready to put some work in this new fashion project, bout to get wicked on the latest designs in Europe . Gotta leave my Kbob's and the Wife for awhile. But I gotta secure that bag for them. #FamilyTies

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Out and about with the lil monster @lilspanishb​ 

I'm not disrespecting my pics on fb no moe

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Krazie For Love

“Cops… Always having to ruin all the fun….” Skilla said clearly out running the pair of cops chased after him, both yelling out “STOP! Freeze.” He continued with out any hesitation thinking to himself “It’s always the same bullshit..” He momentarily looked back to see the pair in the distance, he laughed and yelled back “Better lay off the donuts, pigs.” making a quick cut into a dark alleyway, he scaled the tall gate before him jumping over it with such ease. He stood there a moment flashing his platinum diamond smile, taunting them as they overworked themselves to try and catch up. Skrilla was long gone, out of sight at the pair came to a halt out of breathe at the menacing gate that towered above them. Meanwhile, Skrilla had slowed down and was now at a normal walking pace knowing he’d lost the cops, even though he didn’t understand what was the cause of the chase in the first place. “Sure.. I was kicking some underage lil bitch in ribs and face with my 750 Yeezy boots but it’s only ‘cause they ain’t wanna apologize for spilling their drink on my three hundred dollar shirt.. Reasonable, so naw that can’t be it.. It’s cause I’m black, yup that’s it.” He thought aloud as he continued to wonder through the back streets of the city. “Do you always talk to yourself?” A feminine voice amerced out of the darkness, which caused Skrilla to stop and turn around in the direction of which the voice seemed to be coming from. His eyes making contact with the woman’s as she stood outside of what seemed to look like the back of a tattoo shop. “Depends… if the other half is listening but you wouldn’t know anything about that.” He responded back, slowly making his way to her. “ And.. you do know that’s not good for you.” He finished saying with a smirk, to the woman holding a cigarette.

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What comes to mind when you hear the word ‘Hell’… The devil? But what if she was just as clever and her beauty twice as intoxicating. Her charming ‘devilish’ ways is what got her the nickname Diabla. She was magnetic, impulsive and enticing. At first glance, you’d think nothing more of her than a beautiful woman which played in her favor. The magic was beneath the surface of her appearance in the depths of her intelligently twisted mind. “C’mon… this is what they call high security…” She said out loud, as her eyes rolled all while she broke into the third place that night. A local well known Tattoo shop, she’d been scoping out for the last couple of days. It was a walk in the park, within minutes she’d entered the darkened shop. She took out her phone from the shoulder bag she’d been carrying with the valuables she’d stole that night to take a couple selfies. “I look amazing, stealing does wonders for one’s complexion.” she laughed to herself, she’d always though her jokes were funny. Most would probably get in and out with no time to spare, not Reverie it was all a game to her she was fearless. After her much needed selfie photo shoot, she made her way to the safe opening it with out any hassle. “You think these idiots would chose something harder than a birth date.” She laughed emptying the safe’s entirety into her bag. “When in Rome..” she giggled taking one of the tattoo machine guns and equipment stuffing it into her bag. “do as the Romans do.” Before she made her way out she’d have to leave her mark. She kissed the mirror and signed “Diabla” she knew it’d only be a matter of minutes, fifteen tops before the cops arrived once the silent alarm went off as she exited out the back into the alley. She was in no rush, instead she decided to spark up a cigarette when she heard someone walking by mumbling to himself. “ Do you always talk to yourself?” She asked a loudly, for him unable to really see him until he got closer to her, his response to her question and remark to her lit cigarette was amusing. Skrilla notice the bag with a bunch of money and tattoo guns inside and hearing the faint sirens that’s drawing closer putting two together . “So does the pretty lil theft have a name.” He asked her lifting his shirt and pulled his gold 9 mm gun out the front of his pants. Looking into her eyes not seeing any fear in her eyes as he invades her personal space and immediately became intrigued with her. Hearing the sirens in the distance become closer with each moment that passed made a smile appear on her face. She looked him up and down fearlessly. She couldn’t help but smirk and lick her lips as she flicked the lit cigarette into the distance of the alleyway. “Of course…” She said as she leaned into him closely and somehow was able to grasp the gun from his hand and pointed it back at him. “Diabla.” She said, hearing the sirens only get that much louder “Gotta run, hot stuff.” Skrilla smile as he watched her run away with his gun “See you soon” he said to himself with a smirk walking away in a different direction from the crime scene…….. ​