KOMP is a dark and eerie song with a winter trap feeling beat. It has that real Midwest hip-hop sound with lyrical wordplay, punch lines, and bars. The song would fit perfectly in the Spilled Ink, Mind Right, or CST playlist(s), especially in time for the fall and winter weather.
lyrics
I stay gravy. I make statements then the bank say it
Weird vices. Spend money like I hate saving
Whoa now, this for the ones who whip the stove round
Okay… if it ain’t bout the guala, don’t dial
Amateur, what!? I'll do a profile
Bobby V 'cept they won’t get to know you when I slow down
Window rolled down, shoot you know what's next
Burn ya home down, got some stuff we gon' address
This ain't for weirdos
Candy for the earlobes
Bops for all my bro bros
Grinding since Jet Moto
Aint' gotta guess my promo
Kara on my photos
I don’t need my flowers
I prefer the Rose Gold
It's even on paper I don’t fold
I'm out this world, the comp don’t want no smoke
In fact, whoever's next tell em phone home
If you bow out now nobody gon know
Don’t message me no paragraphs
Only the realest in my photograph
I bet you want my autograph
The bass give you a heart attack
Don’t message me no paragraphs
Only the realest in my photograph
I bet you want my autograph
The bass give you a heart attack
Who you know fresher than NO? Nobody
Keith Sweat playing loud in a Rolls, so sorry
If I ain't doin' numbers on road, ima homebody
Just made another deal on the phone for the whole posse
It's me again, return of the G again
I was born to be the man since pops wanted to leave it in
Can’t crop out the cream of it, more drive than yo dealership
The sweat pants is champion, now I just need a ship
Me and the main stream in it, like a drake song. This aint weight lost
This big body, keep it moving. Those who wait lost
Sponsored by some big brands, this new fit ain't cost
I ain't gotta take a charge, cause I take charge
This my turf, I played ball, eagles and daystars
Now the money’s like I play for The Eagles and I date stars
Made it out, thank God! Some nights I prayed hard
In route to this paper, if you coming don’t take long
Don’t message me no paragraphs
Only the realest in my photograph
I bet you want my autograph
The bass give you a heart attack
Don’t message me no paragraphs
Only the realest in my photograph
I bet you want my autograph
The bass give you a heart attack
credits
released November 6, 2020
Produced by Sean Starks
Mixed and Master by Dev Draper/The Fourmula Sound
THE HIGHLY KNOWN & RESPECTED EMCEE KNOW AS TRIGNO IS A COLUMBUS OHIO NATIVE. AS A DANCER TURNED RAPPER, HE WAS QUICKLY ABLE
TO IMPRESS THE WORLD WITH HIS WORD PLAY & VISUAL IMAGERY IN HIS MUSIC. WITH PREVIOUS PROJECTS LIKE RAWEST 4M & 4SIGHT, TRIGNO HAS SOLIDIFIED HIS REPUTATION AS ONE OF, IF NOT THE BEST, RAPPER IN THE CITY....more
