They fly very low over here pretty often but I’m not in a city.
They fly low enough to stir up the treetops.
Where I live it’d just the DEA doing what they do in the last verse of Coperhead Road. One came so low over our house that my wife waved at the guy sitting at the edge of the door and he waved back. We’re right in the heart of Cornbread Mafia territory and are on a plateau.