Takeoff – Soul Plane Lyrics

Soul Plane

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"Soul Plane." - Takeoff

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 04:04 am

Album: The Last Rocket

Track No: 11

(Dat Boy Cashis)
Fast lane, **** soul changed just for real fame
Whole gang geekin' on the plane like it's Soul Plane
What's your name?
Catch a stain
All he know is gang bang
What you gon' do if I front you a couple them things?
(What you gon' do?)
Block hot, leave the spot, gotta have patience
Didn't know what a bando was 'til we said it's vacant (Bando)
1.2 I cash out at casinos out in Vegas (1.2)
Give me my cash and money my ****, no time for no waiting (No)
All my fingers aching (Aching)
I'm in love with faces (Faces)
**** pump fakin' (Pump)
And I remember faces (Faces)
I've been through the phases (Phases)
Let me out the cages (Cages)
Heard that you was slaving (Slaving)
Minimum, your wages (Wages)
I'm on front pages (Pages)
My pinky ring your savings (Savings)
Hope you don't think I'm flexin' (Flexin')
My necklace your checkings (Checkings)
I am an investor (Vestor)
So I make investments (Cash)
Plane Jane got me talkin', proper etiquette (Proper)
Your main thing said she faithful
She with all the shit (All the shit)
I might take a starting 5
Make 'em sit that bench (Sit down)
Make me grip the whole 5
'Cause I see you tense (Freeze)
I just cut some cookies off that plant
It's still dense (Cookies)
Codeine, I drank the last drop
I can't leave a drip (Lean)
I pour the 4 to glass top
Jumpin' off the cliff (Lean)
Poppin' big shit, and we jumpin' out the VIP
**** jumpin' out their skin (Jump out)
Got you runnin' out your flips' (Run)
I'ma get that bread
Like potato, I want chips
That bitch'll still head
If she let it touch her lips
Fast cars, fast
I might drive, then I drift (Fast)
I'm here for the cash
Get that bag, then I dip (Bye)
Fast lane, **** soul changed just for real fame
Whole gang geekin' on the plane like it's Soul Plane
What's your name?
Catch a stain
All he know is gang bang
What you gon' do if I front you a couple them things?
(What you gon' do?)
Block hot, leave the spot, gotta have patience
Didn't know what a bando was 'til we said it's vacant (Bando)
1.2 I cash out at casinos out in Vegas (1.2)
Give me my cash and money my ****, no time for no waiting
Trappin' at the station (Trappin')
Trap in different places (Trappin')
Ballin' like the Pacers
But they keep on foulin', flagrant
I'm the chosen one
Was picken' by the man
Ain't no mistaken
Don't need no Twitter, or no Insta'
For no stamp of verification
That coupe look like a caterpillar
Came and pulled it, straight from Haiti
Put that Cookies in rotation
Hotboxin', no ventilation
All of my bitches, they different races
Go get the bag, that's stuck in the savings
Give him the work, and see what he do with it
You want your llfe?
Or, you want the paper? (Pick one)
If things ain't right
I pick up the Can'
I'm aiming at faces (On God)
So you better think twice
Before you try to rob, or you try to play me
No, she not the wife (No)
But she want the dick
And she want a baby (Baby!)
I'm livin' my life (Life)
The ups and downs
I'm going through phases (Phase)
Fast lane, **** soul changed just for real fame
Whole gang geekin' on the plane like it's Soul Plane
What's your name?
Catch a stain
All he know is gang bang
What you gon' do if I front you a couple them things?
(What you gon' do?)
Block hot, leave the spot, gotta have patience
Didn't know what a bando was 'til we said it's vacant (Bando)
1.2 I cash out at casinos out in Vegas (1.2)
Give me my cash and money my ****, no time for no waiting (No)

Writer(s): Kirshnick Ball & Joshua Cross.

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