Текст песни Hooray - Yung Dlo

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Uh, Yung D
She knowing that I got that sauce
Bitch I'm dripping tidal waves
I always keep that burner on me
I don't use no microwave
And I can walk a nigga down
Even if he in a maze
A dozen bullets coming at you
Hoping that you like them glazed
Balling in the fucking game
You be drinking Gatorade
I up my Glock and then you dip
Get shot in the hip, hip hooray
Bullets get to clapping, celebration
Bitch I made a way
And if he think he's safe
I will hit the field and steal his base
Bath salt flow I eat your face
Bullseye, I get the mace
I'm a do whatever it's going to take
Even cross the line, without a trace
Go, go push the pace
Don't face your problems
Cause you shaved
Told her I'm more raw than aids
I cut the treble, leave the bass, Aye

Aye, it's a celebration
Told my ex congratulations
Hooray across the nation
No time for conversation
Cause I'm about that compensation
I'm in the field with Haitians
We take you out just like an equation

Haha, aye
What's the square root
Of the mass of the sun
Fuck you talking about,
No cap rap
Brr, brr, brrrrah

Aye, Aye, it's a celebration
Told my ex congratulations
Hooray across the nation
No time for conversation
Cause I'm about that compensation
I'm in the field with Haitians
We take you out just like an equation

Haha, Yung D
I do this, what do you do
Yeah, hooray across the nation