Epstein Files - Bfb Da Packman, Rio Da Yung Og & Babyfxce E: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Bfb Da Packman, Rio Da Yung Og & Babyfxce E

Epstein Files

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Epstein Files was released on December 12, 2025 by THE LUNCH CREW COMPANY LLC / M I N E Entertainment as a part of the album Olympic Shit Talking

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Bfb Da Packman

Vocals

Rio Da Yung OG

Vocals

Babyfxce E

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Bfb Da Packman

Composer

Rio Da Yung OG

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Energy

Producer

Aaron A Redd

Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Cicci Covera

Recording Engineer

Angelo Ferraro

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

(Enrgy made this one)

Y'ello

Huh

Look

[Verse 1]

I just hit for ten on my FanDuel

Reach for my jewels and it's gonna be a red room

Cappin' like he plugged, that **** never made a gram move

This brick came from Hector, but the pills came from Andrew

Ri knocked my cup over, almost blammed dude

She asked me for some money, come and get it, bae, I'm scam-proof

With a Flint bitch on Biscayne in a Lam' dude

Real estate, rap, and sell drugs, I'm a Famgoon

Hah, ****, Ralo back

This FN'll tighten his ass up like a bottle cap

Beat a **** ass in elementary, called my mama fat

Period, I'm listenin' to the drains, I think the water tapped

Shh, you hear that? (The Lunch Crew Company)

Overdosed on codeine, I need some Narcan

I need some Jorjiana, hit me with that shark head

Your BM said you stingy, tight as fuck, Shannon Sharpe pants

Hoo, bitch, I'm done playin'

You ****' run short as fuck, 42 Dugg legs

Never fallin' off, I'm on top like a bunk bed

Bitch showed up pussy bald, Reverend Run head

Run-D.M.C.

Up a couple M's, still fuckin' with the EBT

Wow, boss **** eatin', that's a BNE

Told him it was Runtz, joke's up, it was CBD

You **** softer than a beach towel

Got that dog shit on me, I don't need bowels

Don't post me, keep me hidden, Epstein files

Told her no, she posted a **** sleep with his thing out

Damn

I just pulled up in a half-a-million-dollar, alright

I pulled up in a million-doll—, alright, alright

How much was that bitch really worth? Alright

[Verse 2]

I pulled up in a six-hundred-thousand-dollar car to the lean house

In one month, just on lean, drunk your dream house

Yesterday, I did some shit you dreamed 'bout

This bitch pussy wet like a towel when it get wringed out

I pulled up with a million-dollar **** to my fiend house

I'm like a dog with that real little pink thing out

Aw, yeah, hahaha

Bitch, this ain't my crib, this Hakeem house

We built an empire

I be whispering when I— think a **** shit wired

I gotta whisper in his ear, "How much the pint cost?"

I just whispered in my smacker ear, "How much a life cost?"

He said, "Shit, you can— how much a pint cost?"

I told his ass, "Four thousand dollars," knocked him right off

Now he got a pint of Trish

I had to give him two pints 'cause he caught dude with his bitch

Knocked 'em both off

He got two **** with him, but they both soft, yeah

The block was quiet 'til it got roped off

Me and C got a thousand Blacks, let's have a smoke-off

Pulled up to HOD, how much a 'bow cost?

I don't want the high weed, how much the lows cost?

I'm finna rerock 'em

This bitch feet stink, she had to three-sock it (Come on)

[Verse 3]

Damn, alright

Ayy, this bitch pee stink, I think she need to detox it

Bro ain't have his ski, bruh, alright

Bro ain't have his ski, he covered up his face like he was beatboxin'

Bitch, huh, uh-huh (You hip?)

What you gon' come do for Fxce? You got three options

PTP, rub my feet, or come deep swallow

In Atlanta in a Blackwing, don't let that V hawk you (Bitch)

Yeah (Alright)

Bae, I ain't wanna fuck that bitch, I must been sleepwalkin' (Trippin')

It say we was on the phone twice? I must been sleep talkin'

Dog had got out and we didn't, I know he talkin' (Rat)

We ain't got one stick, dumb bitch, we got three talkin'

Lil' bitch be gettin' passed around, she be beach ballin'

Thirty-two hundred up in gifties, I need the cheese off it

If bro could shoot how his ass can shoot, he'd have three offers (Brrt)

Fuck, bro could've been got us out the hood (Been)

I just cracked a ho, my bitch probably dropped the 'Wood (Damn)

Boy, we turnt for real, we don't go in on fifths while we at the club (Don't do that)

I just did another show, they sent me back a dub

Boy, you need to get some money, you out here actin' tough (Weak-ass ****)

And you ain't even slime for real, you need to pack it up

Dropped a ten in a Speedway cup, it's finna fuck me up

Bitch

You want me to stop drinkin' lean so bad, then, bitch, come slurp me up (Come on)

Ain't nobody put me on, ****, I turnt me up (Nobody)

No, ****, you can't hold my pole 'cause I'ma work my gun

[Outro]

Know that, real shit

If you don't know nothin', know that

You know?

Huh?

Written by: Bfb Da Packman, Rio Da Yung OG

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