F Jojo (Jojo)
Fuck, I keep seeing this guy
I’m sick of this kid, bruv
Fucking hate him bruv, so annoying, dickhead
You know what it is? It’s like – hah

What a loser, when’s he gonna lose?
How much more is he gonna do?
Why’s he always got a point to prove?
Like (Pfft), have you seen the way he moves?
Bruv, he’s gonna lose soon, he’s a loser
Boy, I can’t wait until he lose, fucking loser
Anyone could do what he do
I could be in his shoes, it wouldn’t be an issue
Everybody needs to move on from this shit, you a hater
Always winning, like when’s he gonna lose?

Who gassed this kid to think his tracks are sick?
Give him plaques and shit, and let it mack so lit (Prick)
He wouldn’t have no chicks without that blue tick
He ain’t bad, he’s a prick and he’s five foot six
Always breathing down the mic’ every time he spits (Ah, ah)
Proper cringe to my core every time he talks
Kind of kid who robs stores back in primary school (Tramp)
Little BTEC Aitch, at least Aitch is tall (Hah)

He ain’t won no awards, can’t wait to see an end to him
Imagine being friends with him (Fuck that)
If I was his mate, I’d tell him straight
“You ain’t meant for this” (Nope)
You’ve had your little shine, now
You should make amends with it, getting on my last nerve
He ain’t got bars, he just parties in glass birds
Flies ’round the world first-class with his dargs there
Stays in the charts forever thinking he’s fucking sick
Little prick

What a loser
When’s he gonna lose?
How much more is he gonna do?
Why’s he always got a point to prove?
Like (Pfft), have you seen the way he moves?
Bruv, he’s gonna lose soon, he’s a loser
Boy, I can’t wait until he lose, fucking loser
Anyone could do what he do
I could be in his shoes, it wouldn’t be an issue
Everybody needs to move on from this shit, you a hater
Always winning, like when’s he gonna lose?

Little one hit wonder, extra small jumper
How the scene let him cut through is a blunder
Chavvy as they come, bet his missus is a munter (Ew)
And he only blew from the magic that his mum done (Ah)
Only went viral ’cause of the TikToks
Can’t afford a bust down, look at his wristwatch (He’s broke)
He ain’t got drip, that’s why his top’s always ripped off
The skinny little twig, he should be keeping that shit on
My girl was obsessed with him, so I left her (Yeah)
Yeah, her life’s better now, but I bet it gets worse (Watch)
Hear him in the clubs and I just can’t even get turned (He’s dead)
Nah, I weren’t nodding my head, my neck hurts
Nah, I don’t follow the kid, it pops up (Trust)
Don’t ask how I know where he’s been, I’m just smart
And it’s hard to escape him, I can’t rate him
But, he’s on all my pages, I hate him (What a loser)