SABMAN TURNT 🧔🏻Mar 19, 2025·3 replies
Free YoungBoyCollege dropout debunks this whole paragraph
CD is straight ass though so it doesn’t count
Mar 19, 2025·edited·11 replies
pussy baconWait someone write the script
Kanye West sat in his dimly lit apartment, the blue glow of his phone illuminating his face as he composed yet another tweet.
“JAY KIDS ARE RE TARDS, KENDRICK SOUNDS LIKE A RAPIST, DRAKE IS A F****T. IF IM ALIVE NEXT WEEK YA’LL P****”
Send.
Kanye had been on a warpath for weeks, firing off tweet after tweet, antagonizing rap’s biggest stars like a man with no fear—or no common sense. His mentions were a wasteland of crypto scammers and laughing emojis, but he remained undeterred.
That was, until there was a knock at his door.
A hard, deliberate knock.
Then another.
Then another.
Three distinct knocks, from three different directions.
Kanye’s heart pounded. Slowly, he approached, peeking through the peephole.
Standing outside his door, at the exact same time, were three men.
Ty Ty—Jay Z’s right-hand man—stood on the left, checking his watch like he had somewhere better to be.
Hitta J3—Kendrick’s guy—was dead center, hoodie up, arms crossed, looking like a man who hadn’t smiled since birth.
And on the right, squinting at his own reflection in the doorknob, was Top 5, Drake’s unhinged Somali shooter, rocking an OVO sweatsuit like he was in a music video.
For a moment, the three just stood there, awkwardly glancing at each other.
“Nah you gotta be kidding me,” Ty Ty muttered, rubbing his temples.
Hitta J3 sighed. “Y’all here for Kanye West?”
“Yeah.”
“Same.”
Top 5 grinned. “Damn, what are the odds?”
Kanye, still peeking through the peephole, felt his knees buckle. He considered climbing out the window, but he lived on the seventh floor, and he wasn’t that desperate. Yet.
Meanwhile, the three men outside seemed just as thrown off as he was.
“So how we doin this?” Ty Ty asked. “We gon take turns?”
Hitta J3 shrugged. “I got sent first. Maybe I go first?”
“First? Nigga I was already in the building,” Top 5 argued. “I was just downstairs eating a shawarma.”
Ty Ty exhaled. “This is why I retired.”
Inside, Kanye pressed himself against the door, sweating bullets.
The three men continued debating, until suddenly, the door creaked open. Kanye stepped out slowly, hands up, voice trembling.
“Uh… fellas… look, I-I-I didn’t mean nothing by those tweets. It was all jokes, bro. Jokes!”
Ty Ty frowned. “You said Blue Ivy got Down syndrome.”
Hitta J3 added, “And you called Not Like Us trash.”
“And let’s not forget the disrespect towards Big Scorp,” Top 5 said, cracking his knuckles.
The three shooters stepped forward in unison.
Kanye yelped. “WAIT! Before y’all do whatever you’re about to do… what if I delete my account?”
Silence.
Ty Ty considered. “You delete the whole account?”
“G-g-gone. No more tweets. I’ll even throw my phone away.”
Hitta J3 sighed. “Man, I should’ve stayed home.”
Top 5 smirked. “Fine. Delete the account.”
Kanye’s hands shook as he pulled out his phone and, with the grace of a man begging for his life, hit “deactivate.”
The three men watched in silence as the screen went blank.
“Alright,” Hitta said. “You’re lucky. This time.”
Then, just like that, the three turned and walked away.
Kanye West exhaled for the first time in five minutes, knees buckling beneath him. As he slid to the floor, he muttered under his breath:
“Man… I should’ve beefed with J. Cole instead.”
Mar 19, 2025·2 replies
Classiquekanye’s strength wasn’t his skills as a hands on the board producer it was his willingness to expand his sound and collaborating with others in ways that were innovative. like kanye still making beats but having jon brion add live instruments and flesh it out, toomp on the synths, etc
And it basically got to the point where he was doing very little to nothing
By like his 4th album
Mar 19, 2025
HeadassWhat you need is Jesus
The Jewish one, not the stinky Christian one
Mar 19, 2025iHypeI wonder if Kim gonna eventually break her silence on all this or just still avoid him and hope it doesn’t impact her
She will take him to court
That will be instant billion views on keeping up with the kardashians
Mar 19, 2025·1 replyHimothee· editedKanye West sat in his dimly lit apartment, the blue glow of his phone illuminating his face as he composed yet another tweet.
“JAY KIDS ARE RE TARDS, KENDRICK SOUNDS LIKE A RAPIST, DRAKE IS A F****T. IF IM ALIVE NEXT WEEK YA’LL P****”
Send.
Kanye had been on a warpath for weeks, firing off tweet after tweet, antagonizing rap’s biggest stars like a man with no fear—or no common sense. His mentions were a wasteland of crypto scammers and laughing emojis, but he remained undeterred.
That was, until there was a knock at his door.
A hard, deliberate knock.
Then another.
Then another.
Three distinct knocks, from three different directions.
Kanye’s heart pounded. Slowly, he approached, peeking through the peephole.
Standing outside his door, at the exact same time, were three men.
Ty Ty—Jay Z’s right-hand man—stood on the left, checking his watch like he had somewhere better to be.
Hitta J3—Kendrick’s guy—was dead center, hoodie up, arms crossed, looking like a man who hadn’t smiled since birth.
And on the right, squinting at his own reflection in the doorknob, was Top 5, Drake’s unhinged Somali shooter, rocking an OVO sweatsuit like he was in a music video.
For a moment, the three just stood there, awkwardly glancing at each other.
“Nah you gotta be kidding me,” Ty Ty muttered, rubbing his temples.
Hitta J3 sighed. “Y’all here for Kanye West?”
“Yeah.”
“Same.”
Top 5 grinned. “Damn, what are the odds?”
Kanye, still peeking through the peephole, felt his knees buckle. He considered climbing out the window, but he lived on the seventh floor, and he wasn’t that desperate. Yet.
Meanwhile, the three men outside seemed just as thrown off as he was.
“So how we doin this?” Ty Ty asked. “We gon take turns?”
Hitta J3 shrugged. “I got sent first. Maybe I go first?”
“First? Nigga I was already in the building,” Top 5 argued. “I was just downstairs eating a shawarma.”
Ty Ty exhaled. “This is why I retired.”
Inside, Kanye pressed himself against the door, sweating bullets.
The three men continued debating, until suddenly, the door creaked open. Kanye stepped out slowly, hands up, voice trembling.
“Uh… fellas… look, I-I-I didn’t mean nothing by those tweets. It was all jokes, bro. Jokes!”
Ty Ty frowned. “You said Blue Ivy got Down syndrome.”
Hitta J3 added, “And you called Not Like Us trash.”
“And let’s not forget the disrespect towards Big Scorp,” Top 5 said, cracking his knuckles.
The three shooters stepped forward in unison.
Kanye yelped. “WAIT! Before y’all do whatever you’re about to do… what if I delete my account?”
Silence.
Ty Ty considered. “You delete the whole account?”
“G-g-gone. No more tweets. I’ll even throw my phone away.”
Hitta J3 sighed. “Man, I should’ve stayed home.”
Top 5 smirked. “Fine. Delete the account.”
Kanye’s hands shook as he pulled out his phone and, with the grace of a man begging for his life, hit “deactivate.”
The three men watched in silence as the screen went blank.
“Alright,” Hitta said. “You’re lucky. This time.”
Then, just like that, the three turned and walked away.
Kanye West exhaled for the first time in five minutes, knees buckling beneath him. As he slid to the floor, he muttered under his breath:
“Man… I should’ve beefed with J. Cole instead.”
I’d watch this movie tbh
- Mar 19, 2025Himothee· edited
Kanye West sat in his dimly lit apartment, the blue glow of his phone illuminating his face as he composed yet another tweet.
“JAY KIDS ARE RE TARDS, KENDRICK SOUNDS LIKE A RAPIST, DRAKE IS A F****T. IF IM ALIVE NEXT WEEK YA’LL P****”
Send.
Kanye had been on a warpath for weeks, firing off tweet after tweet, antagonizing rap’s biggest stars like a man with no fear—or no common sense. His mentions were a wasteland of crypto scammers and laughing emojis, but he remained undeterred.
That was, until there was a knock at his door.
A hard, deliberate knock.
Then another.
Then another.
Three distinct knocks, from three different directions.
Kanye’s heart pounded. Slowly, he approached, peeking through the peephole.
Standing outside his door, at the exact same time, were three men.
Ty Ty—Jay Z’s right-hand man—stood on the left, checking his watch like he had somewhere better to be.
Hitta J3—Kendrick’s guy—was dead center, hoodie up, arms crossed, looking like a man who hadn’t smiled since birth.
And on the right, squinting at his own reflection in the doorknob, was Top 5, Drake’s unhinged Somali shooter, rocking an OVO sweatsuit like he was in a music video.
For a moment, the three just stood there, awkwardly glancing at each other.
“Nah you gotta be kidding me,” Ty Ty muttered, rubbing his temples.
Hitta J3 sighed. “Y’all here for Kanye West?”
“Yeah.”
“Same.”
Top 5 grinned. “Damn, what are the odds?”
Kanye, still peeking through the peephole, felt his knees buckle. He considered climbing out the window, but he lived on the seventh floor, and he wasn’t that desperate. Yet.
Meanwhile, the three men outside seemed just as thrown off as he was.
“So how we doin this?” Ty Ty asked. “We gon take turns?”
Hitta J3 shrugged. “I got sent first. Maybe I go first?”
“First? Nigga I was already in the building,” Top 5 argued. “I was just downstairs eating a shawarma.”
Ty Ty exhaled. “This is why I retired.”
Inside, Kanye pressed himself against the door, sweating bullets.
The three men continued debating, until suddenly, the door creaked open. Kanye stepped out slowly, hands up, voice trembling.
“Uh… fellas… look, I-I-I didn’t mean nothing by those tweets. It was all jokes, bro. Jokes!”
Ty Ty frowned. “You said Blue Ivy got Down syndrome.”
Hitta J3 added, “And you called Not Like Us trash.”
“And let’s not forget the disrespect towards Big Scorp,” Top 5 said, cracking his knuckles.
The three shooters stepped forward in unison.
Kanye yelped. “WAIT! Before y’all do whatever you’re about to do… what if I delete my account?”
Silence.
Ty Ty considered. “You delete the whole account?”
“G-g-gone. No more tweets. I’ll even throw my phone away.”
Hitta J3 sighed. “Man, I should’ve stayed home.”
Top 5 smirked. “Fine. Delete the account.”
Kanye’s hands shook as he pulled out his phone and, with the grace of a man begging for his life, hit “deactivate.”
The three men watched in silence as the screen went blank.
“Alright,” Hitta said. “You’re lucky. This time.”
Then, just like that, the three turned and walked away.
Kanye West exhaled for the first time in five minutes, knees buckling beneath him. As he slid to the floor, he muttered under his breath:
“Man… I should’ve beefed with J. Cole instead.”
Cinema
- Mar 19, 2025
the jay z stuff is hurtful honestly because that’s my favorite pure rapper and even with all the BS Jay maintained he still loves kanye and in 2019 kanye said they still talk often they’re just not always working together i just hope kanye gets the help he needs
- Mar 19, 2025·1 reply
Kim probably working behind the scenes rn to remove any visitation rights from Kanye and she will succeed.
- Mar 19, 2025WESLEYS THEORY
I’d watch this movie tbh
Need more of this fanfiction @Himothee 📝
Mar 19, 2025·1 replyI don't even like Kanye's old music anymore
Only 808s and Yeezus sometimes
It's that serious
- Mar 19, 2025
Holy s*** I come back and he's turned it up a whole nother level
- Mar 19, 2025
lmfaooo at "not because im a good person!"
What is wrong with this guy man
Mar 19, 2025·2 repliesWESLEYS THEORYDude went from posting praise for Kendrick for years to suddenly hating his music and begging for him to be dissed.
Embarrassing temper tantrum
he was just sucking kendricks d*** the last two years up until literally up to the super bowl - even did a whole interview glazing him and praised his grammy wins as his "gemini team" lmao
but most of the people he's s***ting on for attention he was just sucking all they d*** - he even s***ted on tyler n future+metro today
rocky the only one he said he cool with now, for now, i bet wait when that album drop from rocky n see what happens 💀💀
Mar 19, 2025·1 replyHimotheeKanye West sat in his dimly lit apartment, the blue glow of his phone illuminating his face as he composed yet another tweet.
“JAY KIDS ARE RE TARDS, KENDRICK SOUNDS LIKE A RAPIST, DRAKE IS A F****T. IF IM ALIVE NEXT WEEK YA’LL P****”
Send.
Kanye had been on a warpath for weeks, firing off tweet after tweet, antagonizing rap’s biggest stars like a man with no fear—or no common sense. His mentions were a wasteland of crypto scammers and laughing emojis, but he remained undeterred.
That was, until there was a knock at his door.
A hard, deliberate knock.
Then another.
Then another.
Three distinct knocks, from three different directions.
Kanye’s heart pounded. Slowly, he approached, peeking through the peephole.
Standing outside his door, at the exact same time, were three men.
Ty Ty—Jay Z’s right-hand man—stood on the left, checking his watch like he had somewhere better to be.
Hitta J3—Kendrick’s guy—was dead center, hoodie up, arms crossed, looking like a man who hadn’t smiled since birth.
And on the right, squinting at his own reflection in the doorknob, was Top 5, Drake’s unhinged Somali shooter, rocking an OVO sweatsuit like he was in a music video.
For a moment, the three just stood there, awkwardly glancing at each other.
“Nah you gotta be kidding me,” Ty Ty muttered, rubbing his temples.
Hitta J3 sighed. “Y’all here for Kanye West?”
“Yeah.”
“Same.”
Top 5 grinned. “Damn, what are the odds?”
Kanye, still peeking through the peephole, felt his knees buckle. He considered climbing out the window, but he lived on the seventh floor, and he wasn’t that desperate. Yet.
Meanwhile, the three men outside seemed just as thrown off as he was.
“So how we doin this?” Ty Ty asked. “We gon take turns?”
Hitta J3 shrugged. “I got sent first. Maybe I go first?”
“First? Nigga I was already in the building,” Top 5 argued. “I was just downstairs eating a shawarma.”
Ty Ty exhaled. “This is why I retired.”
Inside, Kanye pressed himself against the door, sweating bullets.
The three men continued debating, until suddenly, the door creaked open. Kanye stepped out slowly, hands up, voice trembling.
“Uh… fellas… look, I-I-I didn’t mean nothing by those tweets. It was all jokes, bro. Jokes!”
Ty Ty frowned. “You said Blue Ivy got Down syndrome.”
Hitta J3 added, “And you called Not Like Us trash.”
“And let’s not forget the disrespect towards Big Scorp,” Top 5 said, cracking his knuckles.
The three shooters stepped forward in unison.
Kanye yelped. “WAIT! Before y’all do whatever you’re about to do… what if I delete my account?”
Silence.
Ty Ty considered. “You delete the whole account?”
“G-g-gone. No more tweets. I’ll even throw my phone away.”
Hitta J3 sighed. “Man, I should’ve stayed home.”
Top 5 smirked. “Fine. Delete the account.”
Kanye’s hands shook as he pulled out his phone and, with the grace of a man begging for his life, hit “deactivate.”
The three men watched in silence as the screen went blank.
“Alright,” Hitta said. “You’re lucky. This time.”
Then, just like that, the three turned and walked away.
Kanye West exhaled for the first time in five minutes, knees buckling beneath him. As he slid to the floor, he muttered under his breath:
“Man… I should’ve beefed with J. Cole instead.”
HARD AF! But Chubbs should've Drake's shooter 😭
- Mar 19, 2025Himothee
Kanye West sat in his dimly lit apartment, the blue glow of his phone illuminating his face as he composed yet another tweet.
“JAY KIDS ARE RE TARDS, KENDRICK SOUNDS LIKE A RAPIST, DRAKE IS A F****T. IF IM ALIVE NEXT WEEK YA’LL P****”
Send.
Kanye had been on a warpath for weeks, firing off tweet after tweet, antagonizing rap’s biggest stars like a man with no fear—or no common sense. His mentions were a wasteland of crypto scammers and laughing emojis, but he remained undeterred.
That was, until there was a knock at his door.
A hard, deliberate knock.
Then another.
Then another.
Three distinct knocks, from three different directions.
Kanye’s heart pounded. Slowly, he approached, peeking through the peephole.
Standing outside his door, at the exact same time, were three men.
Ty Ty—Jay Z’s right-hand man—stood on the left, checking his watch like he had somewhere better to be.
Hitta J3—Kendrick’s guy—was dead center, hoodie up, arms crossed, looking like a man who hadn’t smiled since birth.
And on the right, squinting at his own reflection in the doorknob, was Top 5, Drake’s unhinged Somali shooter, rocking an OVO sweatsuit like he was in a music video.
For a moment, the three just stood there, awkwardly glancing at each other.
“Nah you gotta be kidding me,” Ty Ty muttered, rubbing his temples.
Hitta J3 sighed. “Y’all here for Kanye West?”
“Yeah.”
“Same.”
Top 5 grinned. “Damn, what are the odds?”
Kanye, still peeking through the peephole, felt his knees buckle. He considered climbing out the window, but he lived on the seventh floor, and he wasn’t that desperate. Yet.
Meanwhile, the three men outside seemed just as thrown off as he was.
“So how we doin this?” Ty Ty asked. “We gon take turns?”
Hitta J3 shrugged. “I got sent first. Maybe I go first?”
“First? Nigga I was already in the building,” Top 5 argued. “I was just downstairs eating a shawarma.”
Ty Ty exhaled. “This is why I retired.”
Inside, Kanye pressed himself against the door, sweating bullets.
The three men continued debating, until suddenly, the door creaked open. Kanye stepped out slowly, hands up, voice trembling.
“Uh… fellas… look, I-I-I didn’t mean nothing by those tweets. It was all jokes, bro. Jokes!”
Ty Ty frowned. “You said Blue Ivy got Down syndrome.”
Hitta J3 added, “And you called Not Like Us trash.”
“And let’s not forget the disrespect towards Big Scorp,” Top 5 said, cracking his knuckles.
The three shooters stepped forward in unison.
Kanye yelped. “WAIT! Before y’all do whatever you’re about to do… what if I delete my account?”
Silence.
Ty Ty considered. “You delete the whole account?”
“G-g-gone. No more tweets. I’ll even throw my phone away.”
Hitta J3 sighed. “Man, I should’ve stayed home.”
Top 5 smirked. “Fine. Delete the account.”
Kanye’s hands shook as he pulled out his phone and, with the grace of a man begging for his life, hit “deactivate.”
The three men watched in silence as the screen went blank.
“Alright,” Hitta said. “You’re lucky. This time.”
Then, just like that, the three turned and walked away.
Kanye West exhaled for the first time in five minutes, knees buckling beneath him. As he slid to the floor, he muttered under his breath:
“Man… I should’ve beefed with J. Cole instead.”
Make a revision where he opens the door to find Ty Ty and Hitta
Then across the street they hear someone loudly yelling at the neighbors “I’m Top 5 and I’m here to kill Kanye West”
Mar 19, 2025Ralph CifarettoHARD AF! But Chubbs should've Drake's shooter 😭
Mar 19, 2025yo dot I got u
Mar 19, 2025·1 replyWESLEYS THEORYKim probably working behind the scenes rn to remove any visitation rights from Kanye and she will succeed.
I hope she does - as someone with kids of my own, if this was the other parent of my kids, I’d never want them near the kids ever again
Mar 19, 2025damn its really over
- Mar 19, 2025
My goon side tryna see the Bianca photos tweet up close
Mar 19, 2025ray of lightI don't even like Kanye's old music anymore
Only 808s and Yeezus sometimes
It's that serious
Mar 19, 2025·3 replies
gnarlynastyI think he needs to release a statement, and point out how wrong and off his rocker Kanye is. Jay has every right to expose Ye, for mentioning his kids.
he would never expose Ye because there's too many bags at stake to crash out and smear a past-his-prime Kanye who is already pushing himself to the point of no return
he would gain nothing from stooping to that level. HOV will just ignore it publicly and at best try to reach out behind the scenes
- Mar 19, 2025Water Giver
he was just sucking kendricks d*** the last two years up until literally up to the super bowl - even did a whole interview glazing him and praised his grammy wins as his "gemini team" lmao
but most of the people he's s***ting on for attention he was just sucking all they d*** - he even s***ted on tyler n future+metro today
rocky the only one he said he cool with now, for now, i bet wait when that album drop from rocky n see what happens 💀💀
Facts, Can tell he felt a way bout accepting him as a contemporary