From the shadowy corners of leaked snippets to the bright lights of official drops, PlaqueBoyMax has a knack for turning digital mishaps into cultural moments that linger like late-night texts. “WYD,” once whispered about in fan circles as “wydb” after its July 2025 iCloud breach, captures that raw ache of modern romance—questioning a lover’s moves while your own heart stays guarded. What started as an unintended preview exploded into viral demand, forcing the Baton Rouge prodigy to rethink his vault and tease a game-changing feature. Now, with Bryson Tiller stepping in to elevate the vulnerability, it’s poised to hit like a confession you can’t ignore, especially as fans scour for every bar in the full rollout.
| Lead Vocals | PlaqueBoyMax & Bryson Tiller |
| Songwriter | PlaqueBoyMax, Bryson Tiller, dammittony, Kat Lightning & EliWTF |
| Music Producer | dammittony, EliWTF & Kat Lightning |
| Mastering Engineer | Henny Track |
| Distributor | Sony Music Entertainment |
| Label | Capitol Records, Field Trip Recordings & 5$TAR (Label) |
| Release Date | January 16, 2026 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Capitol Records, Field Trip Recordings, Universal Music Group, 5$TAR (Label), RCA Records & Sony Music Entertainment |
Lyrics of WYD by PlaqueBoyMax & Bryson Tiller
[Chorus: PlaqueBoyMax]
What You Doin’ Bae?
Know You Out Of Town, So What You Doin’, Bae?
Send Me Picture Mail, I Really Miss Your Face
Had To Call Your Phone, I Really Miss Your Voice
Bae, I Really Love It When You Say My Name
We Ain’t Ever Locked In ’cause You Playin’ Games
Playin’ Games, Yeah, You Playin’ Games
I Can Never Tell You How I Really Feel (Feel)
I Can Never Love You How I Really Should (Should-should)
We Ain’t Really Textin’, Hope You Doing Well
Send Me Picture Mail, I Really Miss Your Face
Had To Call Your Phone, I Really Miss Your Voice
Bae, I Really Love It When You Say My Name
We Ain’t Ever Locked In ’cause You Playin’ Games
Playin’ Games, Yeah, You Playin’ Games
[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller]
Stacked Voicemails, F**kin’ Call Logs
Meanwhile, You Posting On The ‘gram, I Had To Log Off
Used To Put Me On The ‘gram, But You Took ’em All Off
H**s On My Body, But I Shook ’em All Off
What You Doing, Bae? I’m Tryna Pull Up, Call Off (Call Off)
F**k The Brand Trip, I’m Tryna Book Your Call Off (Call Off)
Yeah, Babe, Hundred F**king Ways I Can Say It, Babe, Yeah
Yeah, Great While It Lasted, It’s Over Now
See You Moved On, Is It Over Now?
See You Moved On, Is It Over Now?
Need To Move On, I Don’t Want To Now
I Think I Need To Find Peace Of Mind (Peace Of Mind)
Start To Drink Until The Sun Goes Down (Sun Goes Down)
And It May Seem Fun For Now
But When It’s All Said And Done, I’ll Be Textin’ You Up Like (Textin’ You)
[Chorus: PlaqueBoyMax & Bryson Tiller]
So What You Doin’ Bae?
Know You Out Of Town, So What You Doin’ Bae? (Textin’ You, Textin’ You, Like)
Send Me Picture Mail, I Really Miss Your Face
Had To Call Your Phone, I Really Miss Your Voice
Bae, I Really Love It When You Say My Name
We Ain’t Ever Locked In ’cause You Playin’ Games
Playin’ Games, Yeah, You Playin’ Games (Oh Yeah)
I Can Never Tell You How I Really Feel (Feel)
I Can Never Love You How I Really Should (Should-should)
We Ain’t Really Texting’, Hope You Doing Well
Send Me Picture Mail, I Really Miss Your Face (Textin’ You, Textin’ You, Like)
Had To Call Your Phone, I Really Miss Your Voice
Bae, I Really Love It When You Say My Name
We Ain’t Ever Locked In ’cause You Playin’ Games
Playin’ Games, Yeah, You Playin’ Games
[Verse 2: PlaqueBoyMax]
Prince
Baby, Can You Teach Me How To Love
I Swear I Did The Best, But I Still Know It’s Not Enough (Not Enough)
I Can’t Get Out My Head, Cause’ I Don’t Know If You The One
But Why You Had To Block Me? I Still Wanna Know What’s Up (I Wanna Know What’s Up)
Let’s Take A Trip To Turks, I Wanna Show You How To Live (How To Live)
You See That I Can Treat You How I Always Should’ve Did (How I Always Should’ve Did)
And You Don’t Gotta Tell Him, ’cause I Know How It Get
But I Should Send That Text, You Need To Know I Want To Spin
Remember When You Pulled Up To My Show, And Then You Stayed The Night
Let It Blow Up In My Face, You Knew I Was Tellin’ Lies
I Just Wanna See You Bae, Why This Gotta Be Goodbye?
You Don’t Gotta Say It, Bae, You Know That I Can Read Your Mind
And I Know We Don’t Text No More, But Please Just Tell Me What You’re Doin’, Bae
[Outro: PlaqueBoyMax]
Tell Me What You’re Doin’, Bae
Tell Me What You’re Doin’, Bae
Tell Me What You’re Doin’, Bae
Tell Me What You’re Doin’, Bae (What You’re Doin’, Bae)
About “WYD by PlaqueBoyMax & Bryson Tiller”
PlaqueBoyMax croons through the distance in “WYD,” a hazy R&B confession where Bryson Tiller’s silk-smooth verse cuts the tension like a reply you’ve been waiting for all night.
Diving into the track’s essence, “WYD” pulses with the moody introspection of contemporary trap-soul, where shimmering synths and understated drums cradle lyrics about unspoken feelings and playful evasions. The theme? That push-pull of affection in the age of ghosting—missing a face in photos, craving a voice on the line, all while dodging the lock-in because games feel safer than surrender. It’s intimate yet universal, blending PlaqueBoyMax’s emotive flows with Tiller’s signature falsetto finesse, creating a sound that’s equal parts heartbreak and hook.
Production credits go to dammittony and Kat Lightning, who craft a nocturnal vibe with subtle hi-hats and echoing ad-libs that amplify the longing without overwhelming it. Their touch keeps things airy, letting the vocals breathe like a half-typed message hovering in your drafts. No sprawling album here—this is a standalone single under PlaqueBoyMax’s 5$TAR imprint, but it hints at bigger visions, especially with the music video slated for Friday, January 17, stacking visuals on the emotional layers.
The rollout’s been a masterclass in hype: After the hack dropped raw demos that racked up underground buzz, PlaqueBoyMax flipped the script on January 14, unveiling the cover art—a stark, neon-tinged portrait that screams midnight vulnerability—and confirming Tiller’s involvement. Dropping at midnight EST on January 16, it’s already got insiders like streamer Lacy calling it one of Max’s best, praising Tiller’s verse as “really good” amid the track’s undeniable replay factor. Pre-saves are lighting up Spotify, and early reactions on X are electric, with threads buzzing about how this could bridge Max’s street-edged fanbase to Tiller’s R&B loyalists.
For PlaqueBoyMax, who’s been stacking wins since his teen SoundCloud days—think viral hits like those off Motion in the Ocean—this feels like a pivotal flex. At 20, he’s outpacing the chaos of leaks and label politics, channeling them into polished gems that showcase his growth from raw demo drops to collab king status. Teaming with Tiller, the Louisville crooner fresh off his self-titled comeback, isn’t just a feature; it’s a torch-pass in the “don’t” era of R&B-rap hybrids, proving Max’s ear for synergy and his refusal to let setbacks script his story. In a discography that’s all about that relentless chase—balancing bravado with quiet confessions—”WYD” stands out as his most polished plea yet, a reminder that sometimes the best love songs start with a hack and end with a hit.
