Lyrics

Turn it up
Yeah

ATL outside
Bass hit — make the whole park jump
Red clay flying when I shake that rump
Little Five wild, Piedmont packed
When I throw it back, they fall off track
Hair long, swinging side to side
Sweat drip down but I’m still outside
Gold hoops knock when I bounce that beat
Whole crowd pressed when I move my feet
Boom-boom, 808 clap
Ass so fat make the bassline snap
Titties bounce when I drop it low
Bring it back up
Make the niggas in the park holla - whoa

Shake that! Shake that
Nigga I ain’t shy — I’m certified
Step in the circle, electrified
Thighs rolling like a Southern drum
When I start twerking, the sirens come
MARTA rumble in the background loud
But the real train moving through the crowd
Snap it fast, then slow it down
Bring it back up — shut it down
Boom
Booty pop like fireworks
Make grown men forget they words
But I don't need no validation
I’m the main event, whole celebration
Girls with me? Yeah, we thick and fine
All us glowing in the Georgia shine
We drop it low in synchronization
Whole park lose they concentration

Throw it back! Throw it back
Ass bouncing to the snare so quick
Sweat glowing on chocolate skin
Titties jumping like they got their own beat
ATL heat make the scene complete
Freaknik vibe, no curfew
If you scared, nigga that's on you
I bend it low, then snap it high
Make the skyline testify
Boom-boom-boom!
Red clay dust on my white Air Ones
Still twerking when the nightfall come
Streetlights hit when I arch my back
Whole block shaking when I make it clap
I’m nasty with it — yeah I said it
But it’s power when I let it
Ass like thunder, hips like flame
When I move like this, they scream my name

ATL! ATL!
From Piedmont grass to MARTA rail
Feel that bounce, you know the tale
I ain’t soft, I ain’t tame
I shake the city till it scream my name
Booty shaking till the speakers blow
Titties bouncing in the front row
Fast tempo, no slowdown
When I twerk, I shut it down