Yeah dude! My dude J. Free wrote some verses for Tank and I just couldn't resist. Enjoy!

J. Free
twitter: https://twitter.com/JFreeMusic1
soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/jfree15

Lyrics:
Who that boy at Sugarcube? Yeah, he always ballin' out
Hol' up, wait a second, that's a tortoise that we talkin' bout?
Yeah, that's a bossed up turtle
Fresh enough to strip your girlfriend of her panties and girdle
Callin' out to Rainbow Dash, yeah, I think that she heard you
Tank ain't take no letters, but he put in the work, dude
Chiefin' like its legal, cop the green like Tank
That boy is a hero, these collard greens so sTank
Cashin' out his steez tho, he hittin' up the bank
Don't mean to be too frank
Cuz he be hard to rank
Spittin' heat with Seventh Element
Doin' it for the hell of it
Relishin' all the bank, never settlin'
Y'all irrelevant
J. Free and Tank fuck wit cyan complexion
If you disagree, you get popped with the Wesson
I bought that Givenchy, and I bought that Mueller
Give my ass a rain check cuz I be out like bueller
Rainbow never liked me 'til she gave me a shot
Now I blast it out the park, and I'm pimpin' my trot, T
Steel wit 'im slice up the beat, G
Slay riddims, iced out, we winning
Say to them, "Fuck what you think, B"
They petty, think they should meet these
Pop shots, try to predict me
Wit ya chick, fuck her into next week
Come on out, and try to test these
I'll show you imma blow through y'all like Tank
Go through em like Tank
Ritz on me like Tank
Wit homies like Tank
Chop blades like Tank
Switching lanes like Tank
Shots rain like Tank
Girls ask to slide to their crib with Tank
Slow and steady like Tank
'Bout the fetti like Tank
Plays heady like Tank
Top deck like Tank
Rep the set like Tank
You could bet on Tank
And yo chick can't stop droppin' neck, imma...
Let's jam, we swervin on the interstate
We flyin over these big whips
Our message gon disseminate
Lil mama rockin' them big hips
My homie Tank, he fly 'round with rocks on his spinners
All these girls thick, while your skin still thinner
Tank is makin' hella ruckus, think they banned him
Schemin like Twilight, rich Pony Montana
Out here in the fields, Tank drinkin' dirty Fanta
Fillies, they love him but say they can't stand him
Tank don't need a coat for no satisfaction
Long as there's some bangin fillies strictly dirty dancin
We sippin on this drank, we puffin on this dank
And my girl turn around and go...

And when we burn roofs, who you gon' turn to?
J. Free, Tank, and Seventh, we the worst goons
Most stylin' one, Tank's who you refer to
Fuck the hatin', that shit is for the birds, dude
Strut inside and all these bitches try to cut maneuvers
That's right, boy, make way for the true rulers
Tank got energy, while all of you dogs neutered
All of us we makin’ moves, we just straight coolin

Instrumental: https://youtu.be/76LirNuk6zM

320kbps mp3: https://www.dropbox.com/s/b1z58con7h1oa7f/Tank%20%28Vocal%20Version%29.mp3?dl=0

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