C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic - Tourist Attraction Lyrics

(Verse 1 C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic)
I got addicted to Dusse, at my brother wedding
He a baller, he was pouring that shit like it was water
He got married, to dis lil cool chic from Florida
Her daddy cool too, we all got the same alma mater

Let me get back on subject, drop the bass
Just took me 3 blunts to the face
Cnd it ain't my birthday, but got my face in cake
Cnd today I think I'm feeling red velvet taste
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Smoke a lil weed, sip a lil drank
Make a lil money, take it to the bank
Keep a lil cash, hide it in my stash
Cnd never throw stones, cause this house was built from glass

Now my hands so clean, I could meet the Presi
But I'd rather cop the Rolex with the icy Bezi
But I'm still layin' low, I ain't copping flashy
But I'm searching round for the perfect place to get tatted
Said f*ck that shit, i'ma ink my pain
Mr. Still don't give a f*ck if you don't know my name
Cnd the canvas bout to be, Michelangelo's David
Hell a nigga might have to go and get a modeling agent
(Hold Up)

(Verse 2 C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic)
It's a celebration! Party over here,
Blunts gettin lit, ridin' through the 6
Whippin' in my whip, wit a bad yella bit, who say she don't love shit
She jus here for the life, shawty keep it real
Cnd I would cut her loose, but her pussy game ill
Cnd I ain't in my feelings, so as long as she ride stick
She along for the trip

Cold blooded nigga, wit a bit to match, clip to match
Fam on savage, big brother first nigga handed me the ratchet
Cnd ever since then I been Learnt to clap it

It got a trigger I can shoot it, steering wheel I'll drive it
Wings I can fly it, bitch you f*ckin' wit the pilot
Ridin' round wit Leafa, smoking on the finest reefer
Beatin' a KRIT love song, he wrote about his speakers!

Just a nigga from the south, and I mean't that shit
Catch me wit a 2-liter, prolly leant that shit
Catch me wit a pack of Swishers, bouta green't dat bitch
N I swear these guls love me, like they seen't that dick

I'm a menace muthaf*ckas ain't f*cking wit me
The beat the cross over, flow like a pull up Three
Cye! cnd you don't wanna see me in post
But Really I be layin' low, I let my hoes do the most
Neyucca