[Verse] Crystal gleam, centerpiece of the scene, Six figures on a rig, call it the smoke king's dream. Quartz neck, gold trim, diamonds on the stem, Hits smoother than silk, ain't nobody like them. Ash catcher's platinum, percolator's a throne, Takes a mortgage just to bring this piece home. Rip so clean, got me feeling divine, Clouds thicker than a billionaire's wine. [Chorus] Glass royalty, heavy on the loyalty, Stacks on a bong, yeah, it's spoiling me. Cough like a king, exhale like a dynasty, This ain't a habit, it's a legacy. [Verse 2] Pulled it out the case, crowd gasped like a show, Handle so cold, it could freeze Eskimo. LED base got it glowing in the night, Call it Van Gogh—painting lungs with the light. Champagne bubbles in the double matrix, Rip too big, man, I might need a facelift. Bought it at an auction, left 'em all in awe, A hundred G's later, now I'm puffing on the law. [Chorus] Glass royalty, heavy on the loyalty, Stacks on a bong, yeah, it's spoiling me. Cough like a king, exhale like a dynasty, This ain't a habit, it's a legacy.
