Review
Gunna brings us into his orbit with “The Last Wun,” a 25-track odyssey that partners slick confessions with party-starter bangers. This time, he teams up with Turbo behind the boards—Turbo, his day one on the decks—who weaves an intricate melodic trap tapestry, sprinklin' in star power from Offset, Burna Boy, Wizkid, Asake, and Nechie. You can feel the global stamp, especially with those Afrobeats flavors swirling in, cutting through the Atlanta haze and letting the world’s rhythm seep in. From reflective moments to late-night anthems, this one’s got a palette that shifts like a well-oiled lowrider coasting from streetlights to the sunset.
Tracks like “at my purest” got Gunna pouring it out in the booth, mellow yet magnetic, a punch of honesty packaged in his signature flow. Then you blink, and “club house” rockets you straight onto the luminous dancefloor. He don’t turn his back on the drama, either—“prototype” sidesteps into personal territory, addressing shadowy headlines and cold exchanges with Young Thug, layering real-life narrative over the beat. That slice of vulnerability keeps the album from floating off into pure celebration, grounding it and giving it real bite.
“The Last Wun” is more than an album drop—it’s a sendoff, Gunna’s grand finale as part of Young Stoner Life Records. Mature bars, experimental flourishes, and cross-continental collaborations all stack up, showing he’s not just watching the game but shifting it. He celebrates growth, dips into reflection, and proves why future trap will forever be tied to his name. Let me catch this vibe in eight bars, quick:
From Atlanta all the way to Lagos with the vibe,
Gunna sets the pace, yeah, he never let it slide.
Turbo blessing tracks, Offset play a part,
Africa in the mix, global sound from the start.
Prototype—shots fired, but poetic how he steers,
Last lap, last wun, YSL in the rear.
Melodies and muscle, he’s designed how he run,
Certified champion, that’s The Last Wun. - Malik
