I couldn't drive my cars because, obviously, it was raining.
It pissed me off, so I decided to design my dream Lamborghini.
You people at home don't understand my struggles.
You don't understand my life.
But for a long time, I've been sitting there thinking, do I really need to upgrade my Lamborghini Huracan to the Lamborghini Huracan Evo, even though they look basically the same?
And every shit muncher out here won't be able to tell the difference.
I'll be able to tell the difference because I'm a Lamborghini guy.
But these shit munchers, they won't be able to tell the difference.
To them, a Lambo is a Lambo.
I mean, okay, the Lamborghini Evo has rear wheel steering, 7 times as much downforce, 30 more horsepower, blah blah blah, but do I spend all this extra money for a tiny bit of performance, which I'm only going to notice at the absolute upper echelon of driving, and most people won't notice.
But it was raining, so I decided to go in the Lamborghini configurator and configure an Evo.
So I'm looking on the options list, it's $2,000 for a cup holder.
$2,000 for a cup holder.
But if that's how much a cupholder costs, that's how much a cupholder costs.
I want a cupholder.
So it's two G's, it's two G's.
Then I'm going through the options list.
I need the lifting system to go over the speed bumps, and I need the rear view camera, because you can't see shit out the back of a Lamborghini.
So there's all these things you kind of basically have to buy.
And then there's other shit, like extra-chromatic... What was it?
Exo-chromatic mirrors?
Exo-chromatic mirrors.
I don't even know what the fuck that is.
So I took it off.
Let me get it exactly for you, because maybe one of you at home knows what it is.
It is called... Electrochromatic Exterior Mirrors.
So I took that shit off, because that is 1,928 pounds.
So I unticked it.
And then I felt like a bitch.
I'm like, what kind of man buys a Lamborghini and won't tick every option?
Am I poor?
Am I peasant?
Am I broke?
So I had to buy one with every option.
So I had to tick yes on everything.
Put an extra hundred grand on top of the price just to have every single option because I'm a fucking G. I'm a G like that.
I did that in real time.
You can watch the video here.
You can see me.
We recorded me doing it in real time.
Did you seriously just tick all the boxes?
Why would I go on the configurator and look at the things?
Now my Lamborghini doesn't need this, but do I look broke?
I need it all.
Every single box has been ticked on my Lambo.
Why all of them?
For chromatic exterior super mirrors.
What does that mean?
Bro.
It doesn't matter.
It's there.
It's an option.
Why am I going to drive a car that doesn't have every fucking option?
Like a peasant!
I'll do one on a Ferrari right now!
Step to me right now, I'll go on the Ferrari configurator right now, tick every fucking box on 812 Superfast, and I'll order that too, in your fucking face!
No!
No!
Stop!
You need to stop!
I'll order a Ferrari right now, 812, every fucking option, right now!
Do you stop doing this?
Fuck me, do you think it makes a difference?
Do you think it makes a difference to me?
We have so many!
I'll buy another house!
Listen, when you go through the driveway, I'll buy another house.
I don't care!
I'll buy the neighbor's house!
I'll knock on the neighbor's door and say, how much for the house?
I don't want to sell.
I'll pay you double!
So I put all my cars in a fucking row!
I'm a G!
One more fucking word, I'm buying an 812!
One more complaint about my fucking miraculous tick-every-block system, I'll buy the fucking road!
Fuck me, I'll do it!
What else am I going to do?
It's Thursday, it's four o'clock, it's raining, and I'm bored.
So I went on the configurator and thought, let me configure my dream, because I already have the Huracan, and I thought the Huracan Evo has rear wheel steering and some more horsepower, let me configure my dream Huracan.
Oh, it's only 300,000 euro, chump change.
It's not chump change.
It's chump change.
Print my order form.
It's printing that.
It's like 300, 300 G's, it's 300 G's!
Like, what kind of man are you, if you've only got 300 G's, just like...
I configured it and it had a little graphic and it can move around.
How can I not buy it?
What choice do I have?
I'm only fucking human, Luke!
What's the difference between my current Huracan and Evo?
Fuck knows.
Who cares?
I was about to say, why have two?
Because I'm a fucking G!
How many times have I said this?
I tell everyone I'm a G and they're like, oh, why?
I'm a G!
You think I'm lying?
I'm a G, that's why!
Two of the same car?
Two of the same?
No, it's not the same car.
That's the Huracan.
That's the Huracan Evo.
He diced on his desk.
I've seen him dice before.
He diced.
Huh?
He didn't dice.
Plain cards?
Look, there's only plain cards and dice in there.
I haven't seen any plain cards in there.
No?
Do you see any plain cards?
No.
Because this ain't no game!
This ain't no fucking game!
Lamborghini Huracan Spyder 5.2 V10 640 liter LP644 EVO Previous owners zero God bless you.
Vehicle price, rah-dee-rah-dee-rah.
Chassis number, blah-blah-blah.
Nero Noctis, it's black.
Electric heated seats, smartphone interface for connected devices.
Electrochromatic exterior mirrors, 900 pound.
I don't have any idea what electrochromatic exterior mirrors are, I just ticked the fucking box.
900 pounds for my fucking electrochromatic.
You're gonna fuck with a man who has electrochromatic mirrors?
Who goes on the Lambo Configurator and ticks every box?
All of them!
Where do I sign?
Here.
Purchase your signature.
Boom.
Boom.
All these other dorks on Twitter.
Look, I bought a Tesla Model 2.
I put a $400 deposit.
You're fucking geeks!
Who the fuck drives a Tesla?
There's no man alive in a Tesla I couldn't kick the living fuck out of.
I will drag you from your Tesla, by your neck, in front of your bitch, and you won't do nothing.
And I'll get back in my Lamborghini, fucking fully spec, Evo.
Step to me.
There's no playing cards anyway.
Do you know why?
Is it because it's not a fucking game?
Because it's all a fucking game!
So then I'm sitting there and then I'm checking my emails, being a G, and I got these offers from Vice News and a few other people, we want to come out and film your life, Tate.
And I'm trying to explain that there's already been movies made about my life.
There's already been movies made about my life, and I say this completely unironically, without humor.
I genuinely mean this.
Watch Casino Royale or watch one of the Daniel Craig James Bond movies.
That is actually my life.
When I watch these movies, I'm like, yeah, that's me.
He doesn't fuck a bitch because he wants to fuck a bitch.
He fucks a bitch to get information.
He's pimping these hoes.
He's driving Aston Martins.
He walks in the room.
Everybody's intimidated.
He can fight.
He's got unlimited cash.
He does what he wants.
He goes where he wants.
That is me.
How is that not my life?
I've been living this life for so long, and there's still people out there going, no, it's not.
Yeah, it actually is.
I just got back to Romania now.
I was traveling all of Europe in a supercar.
I was in London.
I went from London to Paris, went to Disneyland, went down to south of France.
Grenoble, I think I stopped in the Alps for a little bit.
Then I went down to Monte Carlo.
From Monte Carlo, I went to the Italian Alps.
Then I went to Milan.
From Milan, I went up to Munich.
The police took my car for driving at 300 kilometers an hour, crushed my Ferrari, no problem.
Got a train to Prague, get out of Western Europe, get into Eastern Europe.
Had a truck pick up cars from here, three cars were waiting for me in Prague.
Got in those cars, went to Vienna.
And then from Vienna, I went to Budapest.
Budapest, back to Bucharest.
Just took a month out driving across the continent like a G. During COVID, during lockdown, no travel restrictions.
Travel restrictions, fuck you.
And to start the whole thing, I got from here to London to start the whole drive on a private plane.
Because I'm a gangster like that.
I'm a G. How is my life not a James Bond movie?
My life is absolutely a James Bond movie.
Fucked a new bitch in Milan.
Fucked a new bitch in Vienna.
And I'm not talking about, like, you know, hooker club bullshit like you dorks or meet her on Tinder.
No, I just walked into Cavalli Club Milan.
Walked into Cavalli Club.
Took the best table.
Went up to her.
Hello.
Hi.
Boom, boom, boom.
Anyway, we've diverted because the point of this tape speech isn't to tell you that my life is basically a James Bond movie, even though it is a James Bond movie, and I don't want you to think I'm exaggerating because that is genuinely actually my life.
And the point of this video was not to tell you that I bought a Lamborghini with every single option because I was bored because it was raining.
When I say my life's a James Bond movie, there's actually one key component that makes my life more James Bond than everything else.
Lots of people have cars, lots of people can, you know, go around, travel, go to clubs, all these kind of things, but there's something very, very important that you'll notice James Bond does.
And what James Bond does is he manipulates his relationship with women for his own personal gain.
And this is extremely important.
This is a bee trying to stab me during my tape speech.
Pussy ass bee.
This is extremely important because in the world we live in now, women exploit men.
This is what women do.
Women get in a relationship with a man, and they may love him, but they still exploit it for their personal gain.
James Bond is the last character that you can find on any kind of popular, any kind of movie, anywhere in Hollywood, anywhere, that uses women.
Oh, he pretends he loves them, and he finds out what he needs to do.
So, James Bond has reversed the game.
And once they kill that from James Bond, which is happening very soon, along with the wokeness of Hollywood, there'll be one man left who does exactly that.