😈 The Gutter Report: YH’s Street Code, Written in Blood
From Whiteboy’s murder to IG flexes, the same loyalty test keeps repeating.
Headlines don’t always need ink. Sometimes they come as a late-night screenshot, an emoji, and a picture of a man holding steel in a studio.
📸 IG Story: A supporter tells YH “Big bro I’m 1 call away 😈 Smash 💥 the strip for you 🐬” — with a gun in hand to prove it.
Over it, YH stamped the caption:
“#THIS HOW THEY TELL ME THEY APPRECIATE ME 😈🤧🤧🤧”
🔗 How It Ties Back
Weeks ago, The Gutter Report laid out two stories:
Brothers in Blood — about how brotherhood in the streets is sealed through action, not promises.
The Whiteboy Hit — about the killing of Anthony Morales, better known as Whiteboy, and how loyalty, betrayal, and retaliation defined his end.
💀 Whiteboy: Pictured here before his murder — killed for running off with the pack.
Let’s be clear: Whiteboy wasn’t just killed — he was murdered for stealing work. According to what was relayed to me, YH gave the greenlight. His younger brothers carried out the retaliation:
DH punched Whiteboy first, setting the tone.
B-Roy followed up, pulling the trigger that ended his life.
That was the chain of events. That was the reality. And now, with this latest IG story, we see the same code play out again in public view: loyalty proven through violence, and “appreciation” spoken in devil emojis and extended clips.
📱 IG as a New Battlefield
This is what we’ve been saying: Staten Island crews are broadcasting their codes in plain sight.
👥 YH, DH, and B-Roy together: Brothers bound by both blood and the work.
Loyalty = Readiness. A man willing to crash out on call is considered proof of love.
Appreciation = Escalation. What could be said with a handshake now comes with hollow points in the subtext.
Narrative = Power. Every post is both a warning shot and a headline, blurring the line between documentation and declaration.
🧨 Public Recklessness or a Message to Someone Else?
If YH is willing to publish a story like that — a screenshot of a direct message promising violence, paired with a picture of a man holding a gun — then what exactly is he thinking? Posting allegations and winks toward murder in open view isn’t just reckless, it’s self-sabotage. Publicly advertising readiness to commit violence turns reputation into evidence. It hands prosecutors, rivals, and anyone with access to that timeline a tidy paper trail.
Unless you’re working hand-in-hand with the feds or believe you have police protection in your back pocket, you should be petrified to post something like this. Otherwise, it’s not a flex — it’s an open invitation for heat. What used to be whispered in basements is now shouted on Instagram stories, and that shift isn’t power. It’s peril.
🚨 The Silence Around Whiteboy’s Murder
What shocks me most is this: despite it being public knowledge that YH had Whiteboy murdered for running off with the pack, there have been no arrests, no charges, no accountability. Not for YH. Not for DH. Not for B-Roy. The story of how Whiteboy died is whispered in every Staten Island circle, yet somehow, officially, it never happened.
In a city where drill rappers get indicted off their own lyrics and IG captions, YH manages to have murder rumors and gun posts orbiting his name without consequence. That doesn’t happen by luck. That happens because someone, somewhere, is making sure the hammer never falls.
🧾 Case in Black and White
And it’s not just murder. Look at the paper trail:
📑 Court Record: Walter Harris court case — charged with criminal possession, intent to sell crack, and multiple counts of criminal use of benefit. Represented by Mario Gallucci. Next court date: December 9, 2025.
🚔 State Trooper Bust: Earlier this year, Harris was caught in a felony drug seizure on I-87 — drugs, money, the whole nine. And yet, he came right home. No extended hold. No immediate downfall. Just back on the block like nothing happened.
For the average defendant, cases like this mean Rikers, bail fights, and years of surveillance. For YH, they’re speedbumps.
🗣️ The Backlash & The Blindness
And here’s where people get mad at me. They scream, “Elliott’s exposing the streets.” They paint me as reckless for writing what I write. But let’s be clear — how can you be angry at me for reporting what you already put on display?
🖕🏾 YH pictured solo: Flipping off the lens, embodying the same defiance that fuels both his rep and his risk.
How can I be wrong for saying, “such-and-such did this,” after such-and-such just came on Instagram and told the entire world himself?
That’s not me leaking. That’s not me dry-snitching. That’s me doing my job — observing, documenting, and putting words to what’s already public.
Discretion used to be the rule. Now it’s the exception. And when there’s no discretion, there’s no hiding. The streets aren’t getting exposed by journalists — they’re getting exposed by themselves. I just happen to be the one sharp enough to write it down.
⚖️ The Catch-22
But here’s the double edge: every time a post like this goes live, it builds reputation and risk at the same time. The streets clap for it, but so do prosecutors. “Appreciation” today can be “evidence” tomorrow.
And yet, for YH, this is the point. In a climate where snitch labels and loyalty tests run rampant, proving that people will ride is more valuable than any courtroom defense.
So yes — the picture proves the point.
The streets don’t write thank-you cards.
They send devil emojis with extended clips attached.
Not for clicks — for clarity.
Good morning and Godspeed.
— Elliott Carterr
