Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brantley Gilbert
Vocals
Charlie Judge
Keyboards
Dann Huff
Electric Guitar
Eric Darken
Percussion
J Bonilla
Programming
Jonathan Waggoner
Bass
Jonathan Yudkin
String Instrument
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
T.I.
Vocals
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brantley Gilbert
Songwriter
Brett James
Songwriter
Justin Weaver
Songwriter
Jonathan Yudkin
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dann Huff
Producer
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Brantley Gilbert
Additional Producer
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Scott Borchetta
Executive Producer
Steve Marcantonio
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Throw it on down
Rock this quiet little country town, get up
Yeah, tonight, it's bottoms up
[Verse 1]
I see you and me ridin' like Bonnie and Clyde
Goin' 95, burning down 129, yeah
Lookin' for the law while I push my luck
She's ridin' shotgun like it ain't no thing
Turn the radio up so the girl can sing right
Pull up to the party like "Y'all, what's up?"
[Chorus]
Tonight, it's bottoms up
Throw it on down, rock this quiet little country town, get up
Drop a tailgate on your truck
Find a keg and fill your cup up, kick it on back
Pretty little mama lookin' at ya like that
Make you wanna slide on in like, "Girl, what's up?"
Yeah, tonight, it's bottoms up
[Refrain]
Up, up
Get 'em up
Tonight, it's bottoms up
Up, up
Get 'em up
[Verse 2]
Damn, girl, I gotta tip my hat
Never thought a country song would make you move like that, yeah
And she's doing it in Daisy Dukes
Girl, she's got ya tappin' on ya boy's shoulder
"Hey dog, check this out"
Man, that's how them girls do it in the dirty South, yeah
She'll have you on a knee, "Can I marry you?"
[Chorus]
Yeah, tonight, it's bottoms up
Throw it on down, rock this quiet little country town, get up
Drop a tailgate on your truck
Find a keg and fill your cup up, kick it on back
Pretty little mama lookin' at ya like that
Make you wanna slide on in like, "Girl, what's up?"
Yeah, tonight, it's bottoms up
[Refrain]
Up, up
Get 'em up
Tonight, it's bottoms up
Up, up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
[Verse 3]
Okay, usually when you see me I'm a pretty nice guy
Pretty girl drinkin' with me, claimin' they don't get high, oh
Whatever you say shawty, betcha you do tonight
You probably ran into me in your neighborhood
Wearin' a Hustle Gang hoodie with a bag full of goodies
That up jump the boogie
Told shawty she'll do it and I betcha she'll prove me right
So pop a bottle, turn it up to the sky
[Bridge]
Let's give a toast to them good times
All y'all get your drinks up high
Everybody feelin' alright
Damn right
[Chorus]
'Cause tonight, it's bottoms up
Throw it on down, rock this quiet little country town, get up
I'm gonna show how to party, like
Drop a tailgate on your truck
Find a keg and fill your cup up, kick it on back
Pretty little mama lookin' at ya like that
Make you wanna slide on in like, "Girl, what's up?"
Tonight, it's bottoms up
[Chorus]
Throw it on down, rock this quiet little country town, get up
I'm gon' show how you to do-si-do, you understand that?
Drop a tailgate on your truck
Find a keg and fill your cup up, kick it on back
Pretty little mama lookin' at ya like that
Make you wanna slide on in like, "Girl, what's up?"
Dirty
Yeah, tonight, it's bottoms up
[Outro]
Up, up
Get 'em up
Tonight, it's bottoms up
Up, up
Get 'em up
Come on, partner
Written by: Brantley Gilbert, Brett James, Justin Weaver