A.V. vs. C-STYLES [L] UPDATE: WHO WANT NEXT?!

[Pop123]

With all the time you done spent in this thread responding to everyone with paragraphs about how you gotta get paid and netcees and all this...you coulda just wrote and spit the verse already, lol.

 

[C-Styles]

Look what done started off this, if these other battles start happening, then at least something good came out of this.

make it happen

 

[LauderdaleBoss]

With all the time you done spent in this thread responding to everyone with paragraphs about how you gotta get paid and netcees and all this...you coulda just wrote and spit the verse already, lol.

Exactly

I know it ain't the battle we all wanted, but this is the closest thing you gon get for now.
***Coli Verzuz*** Who Makes better music (Sccit vs LB)

 

[FruitOfTheVale]

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THIS ENTIRE FORUM COULD COLLABORATE ON WRITING A RHYME COLLECTIVELY TO TAKE ME OUT N IT STILL WOULDN’T HAPPEN

I don't go out my way to respond to a lotta the extra shyt on here but I'll smoke you on any beat. You supposed to feel like that though so I'm not even gonna put any extras on it, all I'll say is that its more than a few rappers on here who will outrap you. Your production is pretty decent though

 

[Sccit]

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I don't go out my way to respond to a lotta the extra shyt on here but I'll smoke you on any beat. You supposed to feel like that though so I'm not even gonna put any extras on it, all I'll say is that its more than a few rappers on here who will outrap you. Your production is pretty decent though

POST YOUR SHIIT

 

[A.V.]

VIDEO INCOMING & ALBUM ON THE WAY


LYRICS:



HOOK:
Run it up: Billin.

Spin his block: Drillin

fukka opp. Villian.

If He the cops…Kill him

If he shoot first then you Better shoot back

Talk to the Feds, we ah never do that

fukk yo set, you got several rats.

And we pullin up shootin wherever you at.

(x2)



VERSE 1 (A.V.):

I step in this bytch wit a J in my hand.
No shell case, 38 in my pants.
No I’m not active, but I get it craccin.
My demons'll do what I say on command.
And if you ever catch A in a jam,
He be ok, he ain’t taking the stand.
7 years, in a cage like a man.
Beat up nikkas with a tray in the can.


I'm da big Woo
8 to the 2
Trey be da crew.
Navy and blue.
A couple bodies that I laid, issa few.
A nikka never had to pay me to do.
Big bank…Bag with me
Fish tank…Da Jag drippy.
Cig rank…Da Flag Crippy.
Last nikka called me a crab: missing.


Left peep holes all up in his clothes.
Threw his corpse, in the trunk and I drove.
But if I told you where I hid the body,
You’d say that I did it right under your nose.
Under your nose like a coke line.
Call my White boy to co-sign.
Pig farm, now they pork rinds.
That’s how I did my opps both times.


I’m Still down to catch a fade, and punch
Every nikka dead, ever played, wit us.
nikkas pre-rolls, yeah I paid up front.
Now you and your man in the same damn blunt.
You putting on a show, so the gun'll go clap.
A.V. and Kayo, what's fukkin wit dat?
If we don’t score, when we get to shootin,
I’m spinnin his block, and I’m runnin it back!


HOOK

VERSE 2 (Kayo)

VERSE 2 ENDING (A.V.):


Nah…nikkas in the house.
Home invasion, glizzy in the mouth,
Cuz you online, doing shyt for clout.
You be 'post'ing 'sticks', I go a different 'route'.
I be coaching shyt, pull the Pippen out.
I'ma do a nikka like Mom Duke,
Take him outside, and show him what this switch is bout!


HOOK​

 

[iBrowse]

VIDEO INCOMING & ALBUM ON THE WAY


LYRICS:



HOOK:
Run it up: Billin.

Spin his block: Drillin

fukka opp. Villian.

If He the cops…Kill him

If he shoot first then you Better shoot back

Talk to the Feds, we ah never do that

fukk yo set, you got several rats.

And we pullin up shootin wherever you at.

(x2)



VERSE 1 (A.V.):

I step in this bytch wit a J in my hand.
No shell case, 38 in my pants.
No I’m not active, but I get it craccin.
My demons'll do what I say on command.
And if you ever catch A in a jam,
He be ok, he ain’t taking the stand.
7 years, in a cage like a man.
Beat up nikkas with a tray in the can.


I'm da big Woo
8 to the 2
Trey be da crew.
Navy and blue.
A couple bodies that I laid, issa few.
A nikka never had to pay me to do.
Big bank…Bag with me
Fish tank…Da Jag drippy.
Cig rank…Da Flag Crippy.
Last nikka called me a crab: missing.


Left peep holes all up in his clothes.
Threw his corpse, in the trunk and I drove.
But if I told you where I hid the body,
You’d say that I did it right under your nose.
Under your nose like a coke line.
Call my White boy to co-sign.
Pig farm, now they pork rinds.
That’s how I did my opps both times.


I’m Still down to catch a fade, and punch
Every nikka dead, ever played, wit us.
nikkas pre-rolls, yeah I paid up front.
Now you and your man in the same damn blunt.
You putting on a show, so the gun'll go clap.
A.V. and Kayo, what's fukkin wit dat?
If we don’t score, when we get to shootin,
I’m spinnin his block, and I’m runnin it back!


HOOK

VERSE 2 (Kayo)

VERSE 2 ENDING (A.V.):


Nah…nikkas in the house.
Home invasion, glizzy in the mouth,
Cuz you online, doing shyt for clout.
You be 'post'ing 'sticks', I go a different 'route'.
I be coaching shyt, pull the Pippen out.
I'ma do a nikka like Mom Duke,
Take him outside, and show him what this switch is bout!


HOOK​

 

[A.V.]

We byke