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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Thomas Rhett
Thomas Rhett
Vocals
Matt Dragstrem
Matt Dragstrem
Programming
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Keyboards
Chris Kimmerer
Chris Kimmerer
Drums
Josh Reedy
Josh Reedy
Background Vocals
HARDY
HARDY
Vocals
Patrick Droney
Patrick Droney
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Rhett
Thomas Rhett
Songwriter
Matt Dragstrem
Matt Dragstrem
Songwriter
Rhett Akins
Rhett Akins
Songwriter
Josh Thompson
Josh Thompson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Producer
Matt Dragstrem
Matt Dragstrem
Producer
Joe Baldridge
Joe Baldridge
Recording Engineer
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Recording Engineer
Josh Ditty
Josh Ditty
Assistant Recording Engineer
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Scott Cooke
Scott Cooke
Editing Engineer
David Lyndon Huff
David Lyndon Huff
Editing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What do you do when you got ain't nothing to do?
You put on that smell good, tuck them jeans down in those boots, hey
You hit the drive thru, you get the number five
You hit the cornfield up in them four-wheel drive
[Verse 2]
Girls bring the pretty, boys bring the Yeti
Everybody circled up out in a Ford or Chevy
Talking Bud Light or heavy, cranking Hank or Petty
The good times just ain't ready
[Verse 3]
Till you put it on ice, put it on ice, put it on ice
And drink it down
Grab your girl, tip your hat
Grab that jar and pass it 'round
Till we ridin' white lightning
That's when everybody vibin'
Put it on ice, put it on ice, put it on ice
And fill your cup
'Til it's spillin' catch that feeling
To the ceiling, raise 'em up
We getting lit up like a downtown light
Yeah, we heating up the night
When we put it on ice
[Verse 4]
What do you do when you get through that 9 to 5?
Sick of backing up tractors, stacking hay bales to the sky, yeah
You hit the Mapco, you lay the cash down
You got that 24 laying in the back now
[Verse 5]
Girls bring the pretty, boys bring the Yeti
Everybody circled up out in a Ford or Chevy
Talking Bud Light or heavy, cranking Hank or Petty
The good times just ain't ready
[Verse 6]
Till you put it on ice, put it on ice, put it on ice
And drink it down
Grab your girl, tip your hat
Grab that jar and pass it 'round
Till we ridin' white lightning
That's when everybody vibin'
Put it on ice, put it on ice, put it on ice
And fill your cup
Till it's spillin' catch that feeling
To the ceiling, raise 'em up
We getting lit up like a downtown light
Yeah, we heating up the night
When we put it on ice
[Verse 7]
Can't you feel it getting louder now, louder now
Go and pour yourself another round, another round
Can't you feel it getting louder now, louder now
If you see it getting watered down
[Verse 8]
Put it on ice, put it on ice, put it on ice
And drink it down
Grab your girl, tip your hat
Grab that jar and pass it 'round
Till we ridin' white lightning
That's when everybody vibin'
Put it on ice, put it on ice, put it on ice
And fill your cup
Till it's spillin' catch that feeling
To the ceiling, raise 'em up
We getting lit up like a downtown light
Yeah, we heating up the night
When we put it on ice
We put it on ice
Written by: Josh Thompson, Matt Dragstrem, Rhett Akins, Thomas Rhett
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