For all the seismic shifts we’ve been forced to process over the past couple of months—Olympics cancelled! Borders closed! Goats running wild in the streets!—one stands apart as perhaps the most staggering and improbable of all. Gunna—the man who claims to have coined the term “drip,” who once bragged to this very magazine about his Chanel connects in five different states, who wrote an absolute banger called “Shopping”—has not shopped in months.
“I got so many new clothes, man, I ain’t even have to go to the mall honestly,” the 26-year-old rap superstar tells me over the phone from his home in Atlanta. “I’m not going to really be at the house ordering stuff online, because I’m busy.”
It’s true: Gunna has had plenty to keep him occupied in quarantine. He got his cars all re-wrapped and painted—his Cadillac is now a gleaming rose gold; his Corvette is blue with white racing stripes; and his bulletproof truck received a fresh coat of black. He put the finishing touches on his man cave, with blue lights and a bar and beanbag chairs and a massive TV. He got a bunch of new tattoos. He caught up on Blacklist and Ozark. He set up a home gym for his mom. Oh, yeah, and he also finished recording his vibey sophomore album WUNNA, which dropped today.
“I feel like it might be somewhat of a cure for the corona,” Gunna says of his new LP. “Like, when everything starts opening back up, we’ll be able to party and enjoy the album like we should.”
Lack of shopping aside, Gunna has hardly neglected his passion for fashion during this hectic period. “I’m glad you asked,” he deadpans, when I question whether it’s still possible to drip hard when no one’s around to actually see it. “Yes, it is. It’s easy.” He flexed in what he deemed a “casual” head-to-toe Prada look for GQ’s recent “Big Fits at Home” portfolio, but admits he’s been keeping it lower key most days. Or, lower key for Gunna, anyway. Here’s how he’s stayed fresh while on lockdown.
GQ: What does your everyday uniform look like right now?
Gunna: I sit at home, Versace robe, Versace slippers, Versace boxers. It’s a necessity to keep yourself together. I’ll be at the house clean, man. I can’t lie. Drip is a lifestyle. It’s like brushing your teeth for me. Like, you gotta do it.
You once said that your goal is to wear a new pair of Versace underwear every single day until you die. How is that even possible?
If I’m in the Versace store, I’ll buy all the ones they got. They never have too many—I maybe get about five boxers from them [at a time]. I really only like black and blue. I don’t really like white, because I might wear ‘em and something will get on ‘em easily, and they still clean on the inside but on the outside they don’t look clean.
Why Versace boxers, specifically?
I just like the way they fit on me. I might wear a certain outfit with a shirt where the bottom kind of crops a little bit, and you can see the design of my boxers, you know what I’m saying? I don’t sag, but you can still kind of see my boxers. The essentials matter, the small little details matter. And when I get home and I get with a female, and she sees me get it together and I got on them drawers, it make me feel good, you know?